Event Private Penny and Dimes

It looked amazing.
Falina was the first to admit that her painting of Oceania Park's tree was pretty good. It'd make a great gift for the holidays, and furthermore for the person she was painting it for. Whoever that was.
Setting down her brush onto the table, she glanced at the slip of paper again. It had a name and a preference of gift, as well as things to avoid. She didn't know what or who a Penitence was, but the slip said that she liked art.
And, hell, she did the best art she could. Maybe she'd throw in a paintbrush for Penitence, too. If she really liked art, she'd appreciate it.
She really hoped she'd like art. Or he. Penitence could be a he. Right? Either way, Falina was sure they'd like the art. And the art stuff.
Ohh, but it was still wet. Damned paint. For a second, Falina thought of covering it with a cloth to dry, like she'd seen in those artsy articles, but no, that'd smudge her work... Maybe a big fan would do the trick?
Or maybe the cold outside would dry it faster - and that was the option that eon out, as she ran from her tiny little apartment to Oceania Park, clutching the paint and painting tight, tail trailing behind her.

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"Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!"
To most passerby, the sight of a seemingly frenzied cat-girl booking it down the snowy street - a teacher, no less, to some - with a painting in her hands might have been banal to even think about, much less to witness, and spouting the same line as a Wonderland character? Most would think it crazy.
However, to the feminine feline proper, it seemed completely necessary and normal to book it down the road, seeing as she was, actually, late - for the trade. The gift trade that she'd signed up for. And after all, she did like literature. It was one of the best human inventions known to her. After sliced bread and sliced chicken, of course. With her little Santa's hat bouncing around on her head and her coat, she skidded down the road.
And, if not for the fact that she jumped at the very last second, she would have slid right into a big fat snowbank near the tree in the park. As it stood, she was currently sitting on the aforementioned snow bank, although the bag had ricocheted right off it. Ah, it would be fine, she'd thought. She'd packed everything very nicely, so it wouldn't have caused the paint to chip or the canvas to break or anything. Well, she hoped.
"Hmm... Penitence? Penny?" she called out from atop the snow bank, scanning the crowd. Ah, if only she'd gotten a face from the slip of paper she'd been given. It would have been much easier to find the person in question.
"Penitence? Penitence Cashel?" Reading the name off of the slip again, her voice took on a mature quality to it, as if she was taking roll-call in her own class. Which, to be fair, was almost true. She was taking roll-call - just not for her students, and instead for her gift exchange partner.

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