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Well, that was positively cheery. Last time I ever celebrated was when I was twelve, I think. Bout the same thing, only with more cigarette burns, stale beer smells, and cheap, blinky lights. Y'know, standard holiday fare.

Sorry I couldn't oblige ya'll with a gift or two but the Admiral didn't like my request, apparently.

Or maybe he did. You'll never know with this place.

[Private to Morgana]

How'd you know what to ask for? [He assumes she asked for something specific. Which would confirm for him her power of foresight.]