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Pretty sure it's the whole "good will towards men" thing.

It is just a tree. It is not like I was suggesting we put more comfortable cots in the prison cells.

[And yes, this is a reference to that time he passed out in the station and woke up on one of those rocks. They are not comfortable. And that's fine when he isn't in them.]

Well, not all people like Christmas. Pretty sure she'll still make an effort for Henry.

I hope you are not talking about me, Mr. Willems.

[Killer smile.]

Of course not, Madame Mayor.

[Shit. Hi Mayor Grinch. Have a charming smile as he goes back to making that drink he was making. Quick. Clever lie. Find a clever lie.]

We were just discussing Christmas movies to watch this month. Can I offer you a drink?

She did let me put up a tree in her house.

[Which was an interesting experience. Her house was somewhat unnervingly clean. He felt an urge to flinch with every pine needle that hit the floor.

For now though, he is just sitting in one of the station chairs, staring at the spot a tree would have gone and drinking his coffee.]

I'm sure Henry will love that.

[ Said with a smile as he glanced up from some paperwork he was dealing with. Really Ripley there are better places to hang out than a police station. ]

Yes, please.

[She settles for something that either features apples or, to drive the point home, something particularly Christmas-y.]

Christmas movies... For instance? [She believes he is bluffing, but... only one way to find out.]

The Gremlins. The Grinch. Home Alone.

[Sirius is always ready to help out a friend scrambling for an excuse, but there are only so many impromptu Christmas movie he can think of.]

Die Hard.

Die Hard does not sound as if it would fit in with the spirit of the season.

[Sirius, are you trying to make fun of her.]

Takes place at Christmas and ends with 'Let it snow'. Not a Christmas that passes without me watching it.

[He would NEVER.]

[She has her (probably justified) doubts here.]

What is it about?

[Pray tell.]

Guns, terrorists and explosions, mostly.

And spending Christmas with the people you love.

[He's not even lying!]

Maybe she's Buddhist and sick of all the festive cheer?

How appropriate.

[Her tone suggests she does not think so. At all.]

Especially the first part sounds exactly like something that would spread holiday cheer.

[Ripley slides the drink across the counter with that damn smile still there, because if there is one thing he does well besides make drinks, it is keeping a cheerful disposition.]

It gets a good message across about the importance of spending the holidays with the people you love, and not letting grim attitudes or people stand in the way of that.

Plus, it looks brilliant.

[They are the greatest diversion team ever. SURELY SHE SUSPECTS NOTHING.]

This only leaves the question who 'she' is.

[You know. The one mentioned by Ripley right in the very beginning.

She takes a sip of her drink. If it is very sweet, she'll have a hard time to keep herself from pulling a face.]

[Without missing a beat, Ripley leans on the counter, still smiling. Thank god for Sirius being there to buy him time to go through the mental library of movies he had seen.]

Cruella DeVille. Wolf and I were watching the movie last night. What kind of cold hearted villain steals puppies from families right before Christmas. As if the rest of the things she did were not terrible enough.

[He wonders if Archie and Pongo have ever watched that movie. Is that where Pongo got his name? Must be. Only makes sense... doesn't it?]

Question is whether she has Christmas-specific hate or is just enough of a bitch to not even consider that it's Christmas on her puppy-stealing mission.

[They need to celebrate this later, Ripley. Irish coffee on the house.]

[Regina had been believing that Christmas was more focused on red, fat men and reindeers, but this must have been not quite right.]

What, pray tell, is the abduction of dogs necessary for?