[Good day to you, Mr. Grinch, it seems you are not alone in the horrid distaste of this season. There is one (1) wrapped up bundle of young lady headed right for the bar, muttering curses and angry growls under her breath. She's holding at least three bags, possibly filled with gifts for friends or cooking supplies. Honestly, as much as Norma like a good party and holiday, and the lights and stuff really were pretty, she hates the cold.
Hates it. And the fact that she has so many new and old friends to gift, a godawful reason to leave the warmth and comfort of her home, she's not exactly feeling the "holiday cheer", either. Which may or may not be why, as she passes Mihawk by and hears his words - which weren't necessarily aimed at her - she spits into her scarf--]
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Hates it. And the fact that she has so many new and old friends to gift, a godawful reason to leave the warmth and comfort of her home, she's not exactly feeling the "holiday cheer", either. Which may or may not be why, as she passes Mihawk by and hears his words - which weren't necessarily aimed at her - she spits into her scarf--]
Too long.