Backdated to Christmas Eve

[bodilesswarrior]

[She could mutter about how she doesn't like having her strings pulled, or curse the Admiral for being an obnoxious little troll, but it wouldn't do any good so she just starts listing.]

For Iris, a cutlass with chaos engraved on the hilt.

For Stephanie Brown, an aubergine trench coat. Bullet resistant. Oh, and Alfred's mashed potatoes, if you can.

For Chris D'Amico, a black and red scalloped cape, bullet-resistant, and some batarangs. Actually, scratch that, I'll make them myself. But - I figure there's a comic about my recovery. Give him that.

For Cassel Sharpe, velvet black gloves with bats on the back. And his own crossbow.

For Maladicta, copies of my books on interuniverse travel, and any others you can find. And some good quality coffee beans.

For Charles Xavier, books on genetics and psychology from a variety of universes.

For Erik Lehnsherr, scraps of different coloured metals he can make things with, and a block of Nth metal.

For Kevin Prentiss, some toys for his dog, and his favourite snacks. And a book on general dog care.

For Nathan Wuornos, an old-school magnifying glass.

For James Bond, a few guns he doesn't have.

For Harvey Dent, another pair of Eskrima sticks.

For Megamind, some books on tech unique to my world.

For David Cain, a copy of my Cassandra scrap book.

For Kara Zor-El, some literature from home.

For Beatrix Kiddo, a sword made from unbreakable steel.

For William Bush, fluffy handcuffs.

For the Emperor - can you just materialise photographs of him and Zane together?

For Zane, same thing, and some flowers from home.

For H.G. Wells, all the movies made from her books. And schematics for some modern machinery.

For Hannibal Lecter, a pink ceramic heart. A realistic one.

For Mindy Macready, a pink punching bag.

For Dean Winchester, a dirt bike.



[VIDEO]

[Her communicator pans across a long line of gingerbread men - which appear to be decked out in familiar clothing, one of whom has tentacles - before revealing her own wry grin.]

Cookies in the common room. Level five.

Comments

[fire_punk]

Shit... [At least he hasn't really tried giving Slayer much of that kind of stuff.] So what else can't he have?

[bodilesswarrior]

The big things are chocolate, bread dough, alcohol, onions, and garlic. Grapes and raisins don't have bad effects on all dogs, but better safe than sorry. Same for macadamia nuts. [Barbara why do you know all this you've never had a dog]

Oh, xylitol - you get that in gum - and alcohol.

[fire_punk]

[It's not that long a list. And he hasn't tried giving any of that to Slayer. That's good.]

So no taking Slayer to the bar. Got it.

[bodilesswarrior]

I don't think he's legal anyway.

[fire_punk]

What makes him not?

[bodilesswarrior]

He's not quite a year yet, is he?

[fire_punk]

I think he just turned a year. Why?