"All presents must be escorted to the tree! Repeat! All presents must be escorted to the tree!" - the FYB, marching through the house, blowing through a wrapping paper tube trumpet and hoping to be the escort.
"Did one of you hide my book or did I hide it from myself?" ~ a bewildered Equuschick, who only came up for air while reading Inkspell because her bladder wasn't as wrapped up in the book as she was. She hid it from herself, dropping a blanket on it as she left her reading couch.
"Why does everybody treat me like a two year old?!" ~ Demanded by the FYG, who was acting precisely like a two year old.
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