December 25th. Christmas.

Being stuck on a ~boat-~ correction, "flying tireme", was not for the weak. Or the ones afraid of heights, because the Argo II sailed the clouds, not water.

Thankfully, the others were happy to set up a massive Christmas tree, and go shopping for everyone. You joined in when they stopped at the nearest port, and promptly spent half your life savings for your friends.

Now, Christmas morning, everyone sat around the fireplace(except for Nico, in the corner...). There was hot cocoa on the coffee table, Leo had cooked up pancakes, the decorations covering the walls...

...and there was an abundance of presents under the tree.