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[yourunichase]

[Have a happy, relaxed looking Parker wearing a truly horrible sweater, one she refused to wear during port. She's holding a cup of eggnog and standing in front of an ornately decorated fireplace. The one in her room if you've been there before. In her hair there's a giant red bow.]

Christmas, it's lovely. I am so glad I'm here for it. I can't bake like Rex, so you should stop by for some eggnog. It's great, just like my Dad used to make.

[Added later, and Parker looks embarrassed.]

I've been assigned an inmate. Parker, you and me need to meet!

[Private to Paddy.]

[A big grin.]

I really owe you an apology. I didn't think mistletoe worked like that I was wrong.

[Private to Uhura]

Sorry I was a bitch to you before. It just really looked wrong and I know how much you hate me. It's alright though, I like you.

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Spam?

[fortytwoseconds]

Yeah, okay.

Spam!

[yourunichase]

Come on over.

Spam it is!

[fortytwoseconds]

[Parker shuts her communicator off and glances around her room, wondering if there's anything she's supposed to bring. She ultimately decides it doesn't matter and heads for her new warden's room.

When she gets there, she spends a moment deciding whether to walk in, or knock.

Right. You're supposed to knock. She does so, and then stands back and fidgets a little. Waiting for people to answer the door is awkward.]

Spam!

[yourunichase]

[Parker had been expected the woman who shared her name, so the awkward wait really wasn't all that long. Quickly she opened the door, her face broken into a gleaming and bright smile. Miss Parker never smiled like that, ever, but somehow right now... there it was.

In one hand she had a nearly full glass of eggnog. When she spoke, her voice was warm, and there was an awkward moment where it seemed as if Parker was going to go in for a hug or something.]

I'm so glad you could make it!

Spam!

[fortytwoseconds]

[Parker instantly drew back when it looked like the other woman was going in for a hug. She didn't like hugs. But she smiled anyway, because it was Christmastime.]

I wasn't, you know, busy or anything, [she said, in an unsuccessful effort to make a joke.]

Spam!

[yourunichase]

[Miss Parker grinned at Parker for a moment, because she understood that some people didn't like hugs. Most of the time, she herself didn't like hugs even if she couldn't remember why now. But she took a step back and then headed over to the table where the eggnog had made made in a large plastic bowl that she'd purloined from the kitchens.]

Funny how we're Parker and Parker now, huh?