( somewhere between december twelfth and christmas eve, it doesn't take an oracle to divine who sent the gift-wrapped packages deposited in front of astarion's door. the contents within come with a set of clashing aesthetics, once opened:
๐ a gift basket containing two limoncelli liquers, adorned with baby's breath, and topped off with two large lemons.
๐ delivery.
next to the pile, the inside of a card simply reads: )
For the tartiest of lemons,
I never did get the chance to thank you for the shirt. I wear it fondly.
I'm sorry it took me so long to repay a kindness given to me in dark times.
๐ Alina