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Hey, it's Anthony Crowley. You know what to do, do it with style.

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[monomachy]

[On Themyscira, there is no Christmas. Kronia had been the festival of midwinter, even though it had never snowed on the island. There had been feasting and games, but gift-giving was a new concept to her once she'd started to live among men. Since then, she likes to think she's grown quite apt at it.

But Crowley has her stumped, for a time.

Of course she wants to get him something. She cares for him, strange as it might seem to some, and is ashamed of the way she'd treated him during Tumenalia. Half of his gift comes easy--a bottle of wine akin to what they'd shared in her apartment after Sarissa's departure. But the second part comes harder. How does one shop for a demon?

In the end, she sticks to what she knows. On his doorstep, left by courier, appears an unremarkable insulated box, alongside a package exquisitely wrapped in deep red paper, which holds the wine. The insulated box contains a few potted seedlings, along with a blown-glass spray bottle and other odds-and-ends for tending to greenery. Each pot has a tag, scripted in Diana's own hand, with the plant's name.

With the wine is a note, the script as immaculate as the wrapping on the box:]

Dear Crowley:

These are plants native to this world, ones I'd never heard of in all my travels over my Earth. I can't know that you haven't heard of them as well, but I hope in them you find a spark of interest, a glimmer of novelty for the new year.

I do hope to see them once they bloom.

Fond Wishes,
Diana