04-20-2014, 01:28 PM
It is Easter.
Kalen hasn't had holidays in forever. Not with a whole odd collection of people to celebrate them like this with, at least. And so, he has done, as the handful of people who know him may have come to expect, the only logical thing.
Which is, of course, to stuff Easter eggs with chocolate truffles and orbs of semi-precious stones and liquor-filled chocolates and random coins pulled up from shipwrecks and tiny wooden carvings and whatever else he has encountered that struck him as interesting and small enough to fit in a neon plastic egg.
There are little baskets full of more candy and small bottles of liquor and stuffed animal bunnies and lambs. Apparently Kalen decided that the Denver Magi need alcohol and stuffed animals and chocolate. Sometime between yesterday morning and today.
Kalen hasn't had holidays in forever. Not with a whole odd collection of people to celebrate them like this with, at least. And so, he has done, as the handful of people who know him may have come to expect, the only logical thing.
Which is, of course, to stuff Easter eggs with chocolate truffles and orbs of semi-precious stones and liquor-filled chocolates and random coins pulled up from shipwrecks and tiny wooden carvings and whatever else he has encountered that struck him as interesting and small enough to fit in a neon plastic egg.
There are little baskets full of more candy and small bottles of liquor and stuffed animal bunnies and lambs. Apparently Kalen decided that the Denver Magi need alcohol and stuffed animals and chocolate. Sometime between yesterday morning and today.