Pressies

Hey, uh, it's Christmas, in case anyone had forgotten, so happy Holidays

( Gifts... )

 List:

Fraser
Kowalski
Turnbull
Will
Asher
Wes
Gabriel
Mac
Snake
Fargo
Smeck

 
Ynez, I'm hoping we'll have our own Christmas celebration at New Years, just the two of us. *grin* Presents then.

[Mun: MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!]

 

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Ray'll be spending New Year in New York. With Ynez. That's good enough for him.

But he didn't want to let Christmas pass without giving her something on the day. When he'd been in Vegas, his butler had had this weird crazy near-obsession with flowers; and sometimes Ray would find them all over the house, cluttering up the place. That's what he'd thought about them then anyway.  Clutter. But apparently Langoustini had a taste for the finer things in life, in this case, exotic flowers and plants. Ray never really understod it so when Nero used to explain to him all about the origins and the cross-pollination, Ray would just hmm and ahh in (what he thought to be) all the right places. There had been one incident when Nero had asked him what the Latin name for the a strange starburst colored flower was - something the real Langoustini would've known. Ray'd panicked, mouthed off and faked a sneezing fit, claiming to suddenly be allergic to all types of plants.

Thus ending his association with all things flora and fauna.

He'd never fully forgotten the things he'd been taught though. There was one flower that had stuck in his mind, refusing to budge. He can't remember the name of it, they all sound the same to him. But when he'd met Ynez, the memory of the flower had returned.

Ray had rung around, describing the flower and somehow, with a bit of luck, some (almost certainly gay) florist had known what he'd been talking about. They were hard to get hold of but Ray loved a challenge. So that's how some poor delivery guy, working on Christmas morning, had ended up outside Ynez's door in LA, gift-wrapped box in hand. It was still early, so he left it on the doorstep, a card poking out from behind the bow, waiting for Ynez.

It read:

Hey, Ynez. Hope you don't mind me finding out your LA address but I wanted you to have something today. I guess it's kinda lame sending flowers but I think you'll like them. To be completely honest, I can't remember what they're called but I figure it's not the name that matters. They're sorta unusual as you can probably tell and they got some history to them. That's what I wanna tell you about.

There're two different flowers that make up the type of flower you got with you. They -  cross-pollinated or something like that. One originates from South America, the other one comes from North America. Mainly from the Midwest but it's found elsewhere too. And when they...joined, a whole new flower was created. No-one really knows how they managed to find one another from so far apart, or how it was made but somehow it happened. It worked, and this is the result, in front of you.

I think they're beautiful and I don't know about you, but they kinda remind me of something.

Merry Christmas, Ynez.

Love,

Ray


The box sat on her step until the door opened and a hand drew them inside.