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[Guess who's a loser who doesn't want to wait until Christmas to give Nightingale her first present? It's Opal. Bless this hotel and the fact that they have a room that lets her record music.

At some point this afternoon, Nightingale's communicator is being sent a few files. Each of them contains a piece of romantic piano music, played with tenderness and care. It's done very skillfully, but there's a lot of feeling and warmth to the way each piece is performed, too. And just when she might think it's done...

Opal sings lightly over this piece, a song she remembers from home. The vocal isn't too extraordinary, but that isn't the point; instead, her voice is low, emotional, intimate as she goes through the lyrics. It's not meant to impress. At times it's almost spoken, barely above a whisper, but it's achingly sincere throughout - exactly how she wanted it to sound.

As the piano comes to a stop, she takes a breath, ending the last file with a quick sentence.]

Merry Christmas. Um - I love you.

[Holy shit.

When she heard the first file, she started heading back to their room. Each successive one makes her move a little faster. And then that last one.

By the time she gets back to their room, she opens the door, doesn't even bother closing it behind her, and practically leaps at Natalie, throwing her arms around her and hugging her tightly, and maybe crying a little.

yeah you can probably tell she got them, huh.]

[when nightingale enters their room, it looks like she's writing something down in a journal, but she looks up when she hears her enter with a smile.]

Hey—

[oh, that sure is a leap! and a hug. and tears. after a moment of shock, she returns the embrace, taking a wild guess.]

You heard it, huh?

[She just buries her face against Natalie's shoulder and nods.]

... I love you too.

I'm gonna guess you liked it, then?

[this reaction should have been an answer enough but she's insecure okay]

Yes.

[her shoulder is going to be getting a little wet but shh.]

... I like hearing you sing.

Yeah? It wasn't the best...

[she was too focused on her immense gay feelings to make it top notch]

But I'm glad you like it.

It's the best I've ever heard.

[THE GAY MAKES IT BETTER

but she's going for a kiss now. a slightly damp one from how she's been crying, but dammit, she is so full of gay feelings right now.]

Pfft. You're just saying that.

[kisses are incredibly welcome!! she returns it with a smile.]

Love you.

[okay. okay time to try to put herself back together.]

I love you too. More than anything...

[gross?? she's blushing.]

Well, you aren't half bad yourself.

[good luck out-gaying this present nightingale]

[SHE'S GONNA TRY

words are hard and she's too full of feelings.]

I... still don't get this tradition or anything, but...

I can try to explain it better if you want.

But?

[you can do it nightingale]

... I did want to do a couple things for you, and...

[she's losing her momentum and her nerve fast, though.]

What is it? It's okay, you can tell me.

... Allen told me a bit about Christmas food and I thought I'd try making some for you?

[it comes out quickly and she's looking away.]

That would be great. I bet it'll taste amazing.

Well, it's... I mean, I'm still figuring it out, so I've only had time to test a couple of things, but..

[help]

Nightingale, everything you make is delicious. I'm going to love it, seriously.

[well okay

she's pulling out a basket covered in a cloth of sausages wrapped in biscuit]

[she looks at the food in surprise for a moment before reaching down to pick up one of the sausages with a smile.]

Merry early Christmas.

Merry early Christmas.

[they're good! but allen only described them a little bit so she's had to guess at it. not necessarily christmas-y.]

[she takes a bite into one and makes a happy sound]

It's delicious, just like I knew it would be.

It's just the start, so look forward to when I finish the rest.

I will. I bet it'll be amazing.

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