Botros was running out of knitted sweaters to give people. It was easier when Debby was live and she took care of presents and cookies and food. Now he had to keep up to everyone and everything. This was tiring.

The good thing about today, though, was that he didn't give Sherman sweaters, it was the other way around. Today he brought his oldest and probably the only one alive friend a plate of leftovers from the staff party from yesterday. All food and goods were amazing and they were generous enough to let him take some. Ab had wrapped the plate neatly and strolled into the shabby place, occupying an empty table.

It wasn't so cold here, not as much as it was in his office. Heh.