[He really meant to be contemplating aloud, hoping someone would offer advice or direction to the North Pole. Hell, he wouldn't have minded advice not to go and explain why. But she was the last person he expected to hear from when it came to flights of fancy like seeing Santa. He hides his face briefly in his journal, but soon lowers it once the blush settles down.]
...Wait, seriously!? I wasn't gonna do nothin'! Maybe like... p-pet a reindeer or somethin'. Shake hands with the big guy.
Not at all! action
...Wait, seriously!? I wasn't gonna do nothin'! Maybe like... p-pet a reindeer or somethin'. Shake hands with the big guy.