And now for something completely different...
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Thursday, December 27, 1990
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Cate dropped onto her couch with a thud and a sigh.
"Holidays treating you that badly?" Noa asked, sitting next to the FBI agent, petting the cat in her lap.
Cate rolled her eyes. "The season always brings out the stupid in people. Did you know that emergency services get more calls on holidays than any other time of the year?"
"Yes, you've told me many times," Noa agreed, settling in for a familiar conversation.
"And some of that filters up to us," Cate continued.
"Just like every other year."
"And I just had the stupidest case today-"
"And you're not allowed to tell me anything about it."
Cate sighed and rolled her eyes. "Yeah. We made it through Christmas though, just New Years left. We're in the home stretch."
Noa took a break from petting the cat to pat the taller woman on the shoulder. "I have leftover Sichuan beef if you want it."
Cate chuckled "You and your Christmas dinners. Though actually, I have something for you. Let me go get it."
Noa watched with a raised eyebrow and a skeptical expression as Cate retrieved a small box from the kitchen, one wrapped in candy cane print wrapping paper.
"Here we go!" Cate said cheerfully, handing the box to Noa.
Lester the cat was set aside and Noa unwrapped the little cube-shaped box. She opened it, then pulled out its contents, giving Cate an unamused look. "These are Christmas ornaments, Cate," Noa said, holding up a pair of plastic snowmen on hooks. "Why?"
Cate grinned. "You could hang them from your horns!"
Noa glared at Cate. "Why?"
"Because it would look nice?" Noa's unimpressed stare didn't waver. "Please? Just once?"
Noa sighed. "Fine. Once." She reached up and put the little hooks over her horns, leaving the little snowmen dangling. "There. Happy?"
Cate grinned wide, holding up a disposable camera. "Very." The flash went off.
"CATE, YOU ARE A DEAD WOMAN!" Noa screeched, lunging for her so-called friend. "Give me that!"
The FBI agent laughed uncontrollably, holding the disposable camera out of the tiny woman's reach with one hand while trying to fend off the assault with the other.
"I swear Cate, I am cancelling your birthday!" Noa shouted, trying to climb the other woman. "For the next three- no, the next TEN YEARS!"
Cate only laughed harder as Noa finally managed to overbalance the two of them, bringing them crashing to the floor.
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Noa sat fuming on the couch, arms crossed over the camera she'd captured and glaring daggers at the still chuckling Cate. "Sorry, sorry," Cate said, wiping away a tear of mirth where she sat on the floor.
"I'm not talking to you," Noa grumped.
"I guess I deserve that," Cate said, slowly getting to her feet. "Alright, alright, let me get the real present."
"Still not talking to you."
"I noticed," Cate said, heading for a bookcase and reaching up the top some six feet off the ground and entirely out of Noa's line of sight. "I wanted to have this for Hanukah, but custom work and deadlines don't always mix."
"Custom work?" Noa asked, curious despite herself.
"Yup, called in a favor with a friend in the agency," Cate said, bringing out another small cube box, this one wrapped in blue and silver striped paper. "Here you go. Happy late Hanukah, or early New Years, or... whatever."
Noa glared at Cate, taking a moment to pin the camera between her back and the couch before taking the box and tearing off the wrapping. The lid came off next, and she pulled out the contents, giving Cate another glare. "More Christmas ornaments? Really?"
Cate rolled her eyes. "They're not Christmas ornaments."
"Just because they're Stars of David doesn't mean they're not Christmas ornaments," Noa said angrily, putting the offending trinkets on the coffee table in front of her.
"I'm serious, they're not Christmas ornaments," Cate said. "Here, let me show you." She picked up one of the trinkets. There was a tiny thumbscrew where the surprisingly sturdy hook connected to the little blue and white six-pointed star. Cate loosened the thumbscrew, then squeezed just above it. The star fell out completely, dropping to the table.
Noa blinked, picking up the little star and the tiny attached hook. "Cate? Is this an earring?"
Cate nodded. "Yeah, picked the pair up for like thirty bucks at the store. The clamp's the custom work. Check this out." She took the earring back from Noa. "All you have to do is squeeze the clamp right here," she pinched the base of the hook, "slip the earring hook in," she inserted the little metal hook, "let it clamp down, and then you just tighten the screw," she gave the little thumbscrew a quick turn, "and you're good to go!" Cate held up the reassembled not-a-Christmas-Ornament.
"Cate- what-" Noa asked, taking the trinket and staring at it. "What is this?"
Cate chuckled. "It's like an adaptor, turning earrings into... horn rings, I guess? It obviously won't work with stud earrings, but it should take any standard earring hooks. Though you might want to dull the points first, just to be safe."
Noa blinked, staring, mouth slightly open.
"Uh, Noa, you okay?" Cate asked, nudging the mutant's shoulder.
Noa abruptly hugged the other woman in a fierce embrace, gently crying into her shirt. "Thank you," she whispered.
Cate chuckled, patting Noa on the back. "Does this mean I'm forgiven?"
"You're still a butt," Noa grumbled into her shirt.
"I guess I deserve that," Cate admitted. "Happy early New Years, or late Hanukah, or whatever this is."