What do I look like, some wild animal? I'm not putting that thing in my mouth, not even for a million gil. [ The only thing going into her mouth is food, thanks. And maybe her pen when she's carrying a huge stack of books. But yeah, no, she's not biting that thing unless she's desperate. ] I'd rather be slinging spells with my grimoire, not whatever the hells this is.

[ In the time it takes Merisia to get one present to the sled, Nuadha has probably already managed three of them. Still, she's not one to be so easily deterred, so she heads for another one and...immediately stops. Didn't she already get all the gifts that were sitting by the tree...? ]

...either I missed one, or there are more of the bastards here than I thought.