...Hold on. [Katsuki grunts, because he doesn't feel good about taking something without giving something back. Yes, he knows that's not how gifts work, and he does have something planned to give to Eilonwy on actual Christmas day, but...fuck it, he can give her something early, too.
Puttering over to his kitchen, Katsuki opens up a cupboard and removes a rather plain looking tin. Very unassuming, and there's even a label on it that says "salt". Inside is, uh...definitely not salt, but a baggy of various chocolate dipped pretzels - white, dark, milk, and even strawberry and orange.]
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Date: 2024-01-05 05:07 pm (UTC)...Hold on. [Katsuki grunts, because he doesn't feel good about taking something without giving something back. Yes, he knows that's not how gifts work, and he does have something planned to give to Eilonwy on actual Christmas day, but...fuck it, he can give her something early, too.
Puttering over to his kitchen, Katsuki opens up a cupboard and removes a rather plain looking tin. Very unassuming, and there's even a label on it that says "salt". Inside is, uh...definitely not salt, but a baggy of various chocolate dipped pretzels - white, dark, milk, and even strawberry and orange.]
I didn't make these, but call it a deposit.