Event Private A Puzzling Exchange

If Ruben expected Gaza to find his jokes funny, he would be sorely disappointed. The young god didn't know anything about most Earth things yet, especially off-island Earth things, and their English skills weren't quite good enough to get most jokes anyway. But Gaza did have a sense of humour and was always willing to learn new things.

That's why they were currently running through the school carrying a megaphone and looking for a certain snakeboy. The idea of a Secret Santa had seemed great to them, even after it was explained that you weren't just signing up so that a bunch of people could give you gifts. They weren't greedy, and they liked meeting new people.

Another thing Gaza had no clue about was conspiracy theories and political incorrectness. Their brother wouldn't even help them look it up on his internet computer, and although the nice Drakenhardt girl had explained a bit, it was still very confusing. But free speech had come up and the guy Gaza had found willing to accept mouse traps for payment had had the megaphone in his store, which seemed like a good thing for someone who liked to talk. When Gaza had tried it out, the man certainly seemed willing to sell it.

There were a lot of different creatures on Manta Carlos, and that included snake people, but they were less frequent than humanoids, and not many of them wore a sweater and tie. Also, Ruben was the only snakey looking person in the student lounge. Gaza raced up to him, waving the megaphone excitedly. No one had told them they were supposed to wrap gifts. Usually, they would've just stuck it in his pockets, but it was a little big for that. "You are Ruben right?"