[The elf seems to have forgotten its fear from a few minutes ago - its smile wavers somewhere between chipper and maniacal as it stares up at Mithos.] "Christmas decorations!" [It waves one of the sticky notes around.] "You're a cakesniffer and wouldn't make any, so I was gonna make a Christmas tree design with these thingers!"
[Mithos snatches its hat up. He slips the knife back into his pocket, but only to pluck the sticky notes off.] How many times must I tell you not to touch these? [He tosses the hat back at the elf and takes advantage of its surprise by plucking the note from his little fingers.]
[December 23rd]
[Mithos snatches its hat up. He slips the knife back into his pocket, but only to pluck the sticky notes off.] How many times must I tell you not to touch these? [He tosses the hat back at the elf and takes advantage of its surprise by plucking the note from his little fingers.]