Siobhan has mixed feelings about Christmas. The whole religious aspect of it rubs her the wrong way, but at the same time how can she not enjoy all the pretty lights and the general spirit of good will that tends to come along with it?

When part of your income is begging, it also doesn't hurt that people tend to be more willing to open up their wallets around the holidays too.

There is also of course the giant cloud of stress that descends over humanity when the time comes to buy presents, something that she really wishes that everyone could just calm down about because surely the world won't end if we just all dial down our materialism a tad and calm down.

It would seem that her darling dear Lancelot is feeling something similar at the moment, if she is judging the emotional input suddenly sneaking up on her from behind and making her turn.

She's met him a few times now, so she can recognize his own particular emotional signature. She smiles as she winds through the crowd, tracking it like a cheerful little bloodhound until she catches sight of him.

"Lancelot!"