Dressed in his warmest sweater and a pair of corduroy pants, Mal had entered the Finer Diner and realized that this very much represented Christmas as a whole.
Just not his Christmas.
Sure there was the usual gift-giving and nice smells and trees, but it just kind of made him...wanna be back home? It always upset him that he would never be home to help set up the tree (which was always up by December 8th) or to prepare gifts for Bianca and even his step father. Right now, all he wanted was to be back home, eating his mom's food (and maybe some of his own if he felt adventurous for the Christmas season) and waving around sparkles with Bianca or setting off small fireworks.
But, he supposed this would do. Besides--his friends were here, and there was a large selection of hot chocolate toppings to choose from, of which he was going to try all of them.
Even if it all fell out of the mug.
About to shove the end of a candy cane into his mouth, Malachi almost choked in surprise when his Secret Santa tapped him on the shoulder. "Oh, hello," he said as he tried to stop coughing. "And yes, thank you, I am!" He recognized the person as Kit, the same person he'd seen fighting with a Devil's Snare in class a few weeks ago. Hm.
He spied a somewhat dented looking box in the girl's hands and pointed to it with a smile. "I'm guessing that's it?"