"You friends on the ground probably already figured this out, but we celebrate a big late compared to the rest of the world it seems. Seems to be some ancient calender mix-up, but I stopped trying to question it." Adette grinned. "Are you serious Resnick? Just open the damned thing! It has nothing to do with getting something back, sheesh." Adette would have been insulted if she hadn't already had a few drinks before she got started on this santa-esq adventure.

Inside his box, that was wrapped hastily in newsprint, was a tin of at least two dozen truffles, sloppy but delicious, and made by your fave blonde drunkard.
"I couldn't think of a single thing I could get you you might use, so..."