Angel chuckles. "I can't really see myself giving orders to be mean to the likes of Timothius. Unless he agreed to it and it was part of a plan to defeat a dangerous foe." This conversation is full of exceptions. "But was more referring to using the word 'cute', Bladed Butler. Some men find that a hard word to swallow when it describes them."

  "It helps to consider the alternatives.  People could consider the bow tie stupid instead of cute."  Or consider him grim faced creepy man.

  "Though I suppose you wouldn't be any more offended for being called a tough girl as you would be the most adorable space empress."  FUZZY BUNNY PUNCH HELMET BACKWARDS SMASH!

Angel watches BB since he still hasn't ended his turn. "Why thank you, Bladed Butler. That was a pleasant thing to say." she gives him a sly smile. "So are you enjoying the holidays so far?"

  The Butler goes through the required pool cue motions, then gestures for his boss to take her shot.  "A relaxing time away from the Isles."   Or the Banks and police stations of Paragon.  "Though I suspect a month or so of comparatively good behavior will not take us off Santa's naughty list."   You'd think there would be a Holiday Tip Mission to steal said list like there were other holiday Tips.

Angel moves her Lord Recluse stepstool into position, bends far over the table and takes her shot, getting another ball in. "I'm not too worried about that. I may be a naughty girl, but I'm nice too." she stands up straight again, chalking her pool stick. "What do you want for Christmas, Bladed Butler? Aside from a bonus check."

  "A discount with a reputable laundry service." Oh Butler, still putting the job first when asking for things to make your life easier.  "I do not suppose you have any suggestions for what the bunny who already inspires such loyalty would like?  I have some difficulty considering nice gifts as opposed to practical ones.  I am the boring man who gets people coats for the winter."

Angel considers. "I'm looking to get a new harp..." she says as if saying that just to think. "But harps aren't cheap. I'll be thinking on that. I honestly haven't thought too much on it yet."

  "At this point, I think that is hardly a concern.   Do you have a style or size preference?"  After all, just 'A Harp' can be as vague as 'a guitar'.  "If you wanted a Rularuu harp that may take a bit longer than the holidays."

Angel chuckles. "A concert harp. 46 strings. Finest quality harp and strings you can find. Style-wise? I'd probably like it to look as angelic as possible with a gold and white color scheme to it."

She takes another shot and gets another ball in, but the cue ball falls into a pocket as well. She hands it over to Bladed Butler.

  "Well then something to look forward to then, if I have the chance to hear you play."  He was going to say if she plays half as well as she shoots, but it would be poor form to say that right after a less than completely perfect shot (Hey, Angel's accuracy has STANDARDS).

  Oh look, Butler didn't get a ball in.  Though that was just the RNG thwarting him, nowhere near as frustrating as missing stationary targets while you are invisible, twice.

Angel is accurate. But sometimes, she can hit things too hard or not hard enough. Which is less an accuracy thing. But still... we're sure Angel appreciates BB thinking of her by not saying anything about a less-than-perfect shot.

"My old harp was destroyed by a base raid, annoyingly enough, or I'd show you right now." Angel comments as she takes another shot and gets the ball in. "I'll be ready for some more snow activity after this game. Will you join me?"

  "I suppose that's marginally less annoying than having it destroyed by that passing 'security measures attack everyone' phenomenon."  Nemesis totally claims credit for that one.  Also for there not being any more paper towels in the bathroom. HAHAHAHAHA.

  Shots taken, he adds "Of course I will Angel.  All you have to do is ask."

Angel gets to finishing the game with BB. There were only a few shots left anyway. Then heads off, gets into her more wintery gear, and enters the winter area. She claps her gloved hands together a few times with a bright smile. "Alright! Take your pick, Bladed Butler! Which event do you wanna do now?"

  "Let's see, there has been skiiing, Manbaby rescue, and monkey fights.  I suppose that leaves finding where colorful presents are hidden among the streets of Paragon when it comes to the usual events around here?"

Angel ponders. "Don't wanna play anymore in the snow? I can go for presents with you if you like."

  "Well, something does come to mind in regards to snow."  He considers the piles of snow around them, and says "I suppose it will be almost fair.  I almost stand a chance."

  That said, he pitches a snowball at Angel and wanders out of attention as butlers do.  Oh hello snowballfight.  Perfect accuracy vs Sneaky Butler.

Angel grins and goes for cover while making a snowball. The snowball fight has begun! But with no BB in sight, she'll have to wait. Her tactic is to keep her back against a wall while hiding so she doesn't have to watch her back. She does think to look up, though.

  Butler knows that you know to look up, Butler also knows that you know he knows you know to look up and wow we're already confused by this old joke.  Either way, instead he uses a more stupid plan.  Being noteworthy again, right in front of Angel. "Boo... Wait, wrong holiday."

  Is holding a severed snowman head cheating?  He left the carrot in as he just drops it over the Bunny.  Of course she's so short she's got extra time to move compared to taller people also named Angel.

Angel saw the snowman head coming, but as she dodges, some of it hits her. She throws her snowball at where BB was and throws a spare snowball at one of the directions he might dodge to, giggling.

  The Butler gets a snowball right in the face, as is one of the many unalterable laws of the universe, snow makes it's way down his shirt collar.  How fortunate the cold does not bother him these days (well, outside of hitpoint loss from Cold Attacks).

  The second one misses by way of 'what's dodging?' coincidence, as he scoops up another snowball and hucks it at his bunny boss.

Angel gets splattered in the face and falls backward onto her back, legs in the air. "Oof!" comes the muffled sound of Angel's voice. She then hops right back to her feet and goes to tackle BB!

 "Oh dearblarg"  Look, just because technically he didn't have the wind knocked out of him, some instincts are habitual.  The butler is forced into making an improvised snow angel by bunny angel bringing him down.  "Was it the carrot? It was the in poor taste carrot to the head wasn't it."

Angel giggles some more. "No. It's just play." She chomps on the carrot. "I like carrots, remember?" She then starts piling snow on BB.

  Butler ends up with a case of Santa Snow Beard before sitting up, and attempting to shove Angel off in as a dignified manner as possible (harder than it sounds).  "And I love tea, sometimes stereotypes are pleasant I suppose."

Angel flops onto the snow and starts making a snow angel of her own. "Nice to see your more playful side."