Hope you like chocolate

Versailles lingered outside the door to the fashion club's club room, a large box balance precariously between her hip and left arm, right raised to knock. She was unsure if she should simply walk in or attempt to knock in hopes it would be heard over the sounds of the machines.

Were the machines even running?

Maybe it would be easiest to simply walk in.

Versailles knocked on the door softly and slipped in, trying not to make very much noise in case someone was trying to concentrate. She didn't really know how the whole thing worked so she simply stood off to the side with her box and tried to keep away from anything that looked important. Important being everything but the trashcan.

Versailles didn't know what to expect from her secret santa, but she hoped he enjoyed brownies a lot. He'd probably be eating them all throughout the holidays.

Versailles looked around and noticed the young boy sitting on a couch sewing something, surrounded by fabrics. He said something to her but she couldn't quite make out the words. Something about Santa, so she assumed he was the one she was meeting so she approached him.

"You are Thierry Virtue right? My name is Versailles Amaranth, it's nice to meet you. I would hand you your gift, but you look busy and I'm also concerned about it harming the fabrics...Is there somewhere I can put it that won't be in the way?"

Versailles glanced around the room a bit, trying not to jostle the box too much and keep attention on Thierry in case he spoke. Perhaps something else would have been more effective.. the brownies probably weren't the best thing to give to someone who works with fabrics.

Versailles smilled sweetly at the boy as she lowered the box onto the cleared table. My, this club made quite the mess didn't they?

"It's quite alright, I was just putting the finishing touches on this morning, and you probably won't be able to do much with it until you get home. I hope it didn't get ruined on the way up."

The fox girl procured a pair of scissors from her bag and began cutting away the tape holding the box together. One by one the sides fell to reveal a nearly exact replica of a sewing machine, made entirely of brownies as thick as a cake layer. There was an actuall thread spool at the top with licorice wrapped around it and thread through the brownies to where the needle would usually be.

"I may have gone a little overboard with this, but I don't have anything else to do with my spare time."

Versailles's small smile of pride at making such a finely detailed art grew into a larger, happier smile full of joy. She'd been right. He would love the present. Did love it.
His joy was infectious. Maybe this was why people made Christmas such a money thing. They wanted to be the one to wow, and bask in the happy environment they made.

Maybe.

It was more likely that it was specifically about the money.

She was tempted to fawn over the scarf he was making before he was even done with it, but she knew better than to interrupt. She would have thrown someone put of the kitchen if they interrupted her work on the brownies.

Instead she just admired from afar, marvelling at the handiwork. She'd tried sewing when she was little. She ended up with a mangled looking green cat plush. It was obviously poorly made but she kept it anyways. It was probably in the unpacked boxes hidden in her closet.

"I can't imagine how much work you'd have to put in to get that good. I can barely patch a hole in a blanket."