Faolan glances at the other man again and decides that there's no harm in telling him the truth. After all, in all likelihood, he'll hardly ever see him again, right? (Little does he know that they both live within the supernatural underground, whose circles are smaller than they seem.)

"My friend," he admits. "He's invited me to his place for Christmas, so. I figured I should bring something." He shrugs slightly, continuing, "I haven't exactly celebrated with anyone in a while. I suppose you could say that I'm out of practice."