Christmasy Drabble Tree!
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reddwarfslashCome on, everyone. You know what to do. I've posted a Christmas-themed drabble below. You take a line and use it in your own drabble.
Rimmer tossed the napkin onto the table, his stomach having thrown in the towel long ago.
“That has to be Kryten’s best Christmas lunch yet.” He picked at his teeth warily. “Although I hope that wasn’t space weevil in the stuffing – “
Lister grabbed the whipped cream from the table. “I told Kryten we’d head back to our quarters for puddin’,” he smirked.
Rimmed frowned, confused, as he strode purposefully to the doorway. “Er - Lister?” he called. “You’ve forgotten the mince pies.”
The tone said it all. “We don’t need mince pies.”
“Oh?” The hologram blinked. “Ohhh.”
Rimmer tossed the napkin onto the table, his stomach having thrown in the towel long ago.
“That has to be Kryten’s best Christmas lunch yet.” He picked at his teeth warily. “Although I hope that wasn’t space weevil in the stuffing – “
Lister grabbed the whipped cream from the table. “I told Kryten we’d head back to our quarters for puddin’,” he smirked.
Rimmed frowned, confused, as he strode purposefully to the doorway. “Er - Lister?” he called. “You’ve forgotten the mince pies.”
The tone said it all. “We don’t need mince pies.”
“Oh?” The hologram blinked. “Ohhh.”
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Date: 2012-12-19 11:57 pm (UTC)Rimmer couldn't believe it.
He stared down at the contents of the deep red and gold Christmas paper: Reggie Wilson - The Definitive Boxset.
"It's even got the live cassette of his only Titan concert! Do you know how rare that is? Where did you get this?"
Lister grinned proudly. "Found it on that last derelict. Thought I'd save it for today."
If he'd known just how grateful the hologram would be, he reflected later in bed, he probably wouldn't have.
Found it on that last derelict.
Date: 2012-12-20 03:09 am (UTC)“Found it on that last derelict.” Lister poured a healthy dollop of brandy into his glass and then tilted the bottle over Rimmer’s glass until the hologram made a sort of “Nnnneh” noise, then stopped.
“This had better still be good.”
“It was freeze-dried. I reconstituted it with real water they had on board, too, not recyc.”
Rimmer took a sip. “This isn’t bad. Did you find anything else?”
Lister’s eyes silently drifted upwards to where a sprig of mistletoe hung over the table.
The gap between them closed faster than he’d expected.