"Hey! You made it! I was starting to worry." Purplespider steps towards you and holds out her hands. "Pepperoni rolls and spicy marinara coming up. What colour of dough would you like? We're making red, green, gold, or silver. I have some fresh rabbit for Frankie, too. But first may I give you a hug for the holidays? Or will Frankie get protective?"

"hmm.. silver roni rolls... Sounds delicious..and sure and no worries about Frankie he's just shy and sees and hears from inside the skull...you had his attention at rabbit by the way... *Raising his arms... "Mind the Sharp bits and apologies for the damp...

Purplespider carefully folds her arms around you in a hug. Underneath the scent of pizza, you detect cinnamon and oranges with a very faint hint of gasoline. "I hope you two have a Merry Christmas. I hope Santa brings you wonderful presents." After a moment, she steps away and gives Frankie's skull a few gentle pats. "Damp outer clothes is one of the downsides to our seasons. Snow's beautiful, as long as it stays outside. You should dry off quickly in here. The dragons have worked some of their magic. Toasty warm with snow falling from the ceiling. They've somehow managed to make the snow appear to collect, but the floor stays clear and dry, and it never collects on our clients. I don't know how they do it, but I won't grumble." Purplespider gestures around the restaurant. "You settle in wherever. I'll get your order into the kitchen and be right back."

*the hug is carefully returned in kind to avoid snagging the fragrant coat in his claws... His Damp fur parka and jacket is rich in earthy aromas... Pine cedar and sage over the scent of metal and ozone ... "Magic is a wondrous thing.... And I'm glad that you're enjoying the season...you and the dragons are taking good care of us who wander in ... Places like this are a much needed respite from the harsh world beyond the village... I'm gonna go sit down it's been a tiring week..and thanks * Turns and ambles toward his regular table and sets Dawn Frankie's skull and sits...the skull begins to play a choice Christmas special over the table via hologram...

Purplespider comes out of the kitchen, carefully carrying a tray. "Here's your usual tea and a water. There's some cream for Frankie for a treat." Purplespider glances behind her. "Looks like you may have some company soon. The slimes seem to be making their way over."