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[Temperance Grace]

Ah. Month to Christmas with no snow in sight. Not that Temperance liked snow or anything, she hated it, but somehow a Christmas wasn't a Christmas without oodles of snow and the soul-gripping fear that one's bratty brothers would somehow haul half a bathtub of snow inside and dump it on one when one was still sleeping. Not that that ever happened to Temperance. ... Really.

She slowly lumbered towards the breakroom with her lunch (a carton of sweet and sour pork she buggered her father to get her while he was out and about around town) and her laptop. It always surprised her how awfully warm it was in Las Vegas around this time of year, even after living in the area for as many years as she had. She was still wearing her flipflops (though she was starting to notice the slight chilliness of her toes), her jeans and her off-the-shoulders white top with a stylished, vector-art looking picture of a hibiscus flower in black and gold. But honestly, when you're used to spending Christmas in a country where -9 F is a standard this time of year, Christmas-time in Vegas feels like late Spring, early Summer!

Temperance ran her hand through her hair as she entered the room, noting that no one was inside. She routinely avoided the fridge, got herself a glass of water and went to sit at the table, setting her laptop up and opening her lunchpack and digging in. Time to start planning for Christmas... Lists, cards, gifts... Sadly, she had work around Christmas so she couldn't join the family festivities (darn her co-workers who coersed her to switch shifts!), but secretly she knew that a trip to a rented cabin in the mountain range spelled frustration and disaster. For both her and her mother.

The woman slipped out of her flipflops and crossed her legs on the chair, leaning back and eating the food with chopsticks, waiting for the machine to boot up.

[Sara Sidle]

Sara was on her way past the break room when she chanced a peak inside to see who was there. She smiled when she saw Temperance relaxing in the chair. Something they all did at times when work was slow. Sara had pulled Temperance's name from the 'secret Santa' tub and was trying to find out what she liked.

Sara stood there thinking up a reason to join her. Taking a deep sigh, she entered the room, trying not to disturb her. Walking over to the coffee maker she poured herself a coffee and flopped down onto the couch.

[Temperance Grace]

Temperance noticed Sara's presence only when she sat on the couch, snapping her out of the dataworld. She nodded her head and greeted the woman. "Heey Sara. Rough day or slow day?" Could be either, as far as she knew. Though she personally preferred the slow days. She wasn't really a part of the team, per se, but it's the idea that less people were killed/hurt that felt like something good.

"I'd offer you some of my lunch but the local grapevine says you don't eat meat, so..." The geeky young woman said with an uneasy smile. She had had trouble with vegetarians before because she, being the horrible monster that she is, dares to eat meat and like it. Hopefully Sara was the nice kind of vegetarian. Temperance used her left hand to type as she tried to get some of the food in her mouth with her right, and succeeding pretty well.

[Sara Sidle]

Sara smiled as she watched Temperance "well, I arrived earlier than I needed to and now I have to wait for the rest of the team to be here" she replied, flicking absently through a magazine. Sara watched Temperance as she worked and ate "you'll get indigestion if you eat and work at the same time" she chuckled, thinking about the times they had all done that.

"I don't eat meat but I have no problems with anyone else eating meat. It's a personal preference at the end of the day" she replied, smiling as she relaxed a little more. "What are you hoping for for Christmas this year?" she suddenly asked out of the blue.

[Temperance Grace]

Temperance grinned good-naturedly at Sara's concern. "Bah, I have a stomach of cast iron. What goes down stays down." She patted her stomach. A few mouthfuls of Chinese later she pushed it aside in order to concentrate on talking to Sara more. What did she hope for Christmas? Hmm...

"A new boyfriend wrapped with a bow or a new bunny." She scrunched her nose for a second as she smiled. "A new bunny sounds nice. My other bunny is getting lonely." Temperance remarked off-handedly as she started to save her progresses on her computer.

"What about you? What's your 'dear Santa'-list?"