("Adal," she says, stepping forward and offering a hand to shake. "I've been working with Waverly." She doesn't mention that of course she knows who Rebekah is and what she is (and isn't). She's basically in front of vampire royalty (former.) )
Dolls graciously accepted the invitation, though he seems to have missed on the dress code. We were given quite formal instructions.
[Rebekah just assumes everyone knows here. It's better that way and sometimes she gets a fun surprise!]
And I personally have never met a dress code I wasn't willing to adhere to. I don't understand it, but I do think it's nice not to be wearing terribly uncomfortable shoes for a change.
[Dolls gestures to his ugly Christmas sweater. "I like to think I'm plenty festive."
"Even Charlie got a onesie, dude," Alice comments from the kitchen. "It just makes you look lame."]
("There's a time and a place for heels," Adal says. For her, it's often, as she is wearing heels as they speak.
"Ugly Christmas sweater does not a Christmas onesie make." Wynonna says.
Charlie joins the festivities late, having questioned the onesie laid out for him, but ultimately deciding to play the part. He comes into the kitchen first, for coffee.
"Morning, Alice," he says, feeling a little silly, but generally ready to be a good sport. "Am I the last one?")
["Yeah, but not by much." Alice smiles at him, before gesturing to the Mikaelson-Holliday family. "You know my dad, right? This is his wife Rebekah and their son Henry."
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["Merry Christmas, Auntie Waverly."
Waverly smiles as she steps back.]
C'mon in and make yourselves at home. I'll take your coats, and food is in the kitchen.
["Wonderful," Rebekah says with a smile. "Where should we set the gifts?"]
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( Doc steps inside and sets his son down, unzipping his coat. After, he takes care of his wife's and then his own. )
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Waverly points and Rebekah follows, bags in hand, but stops short when she sees the two unfamiliar faces in the room and she raises an eyebrow.]
Oh. New faces. Rebekah Mikaelson. Pleasure.
[Might as well meet all the new people. Dolls holds up his hand, which has a beer in it by now. "Xavier Dolls. Likewise."]
Oh yes, my husband mentioned you. Congratulations on your return from the dead.
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Dolls graciously accepted the invitation, though he seems to have missed on the dress code. We were given quite formal instructions.
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And I personally have never met a dress code I wasn't willing to adhere to. I don't understand it, but I do think it's nice not to be wearing terribly uncomfortable shoes for a change.
[Dolls gestures to his ugly Christmas sweater. "I like to think I'm plenty festive."
"Even Charlie got a onesie, dude," Alice comments from the kitchen. "It just makes you look lame."]
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"Ugly Christmas sweater does not a Christmas onesie make." Wynonna says.
Charlie joins the festivities late, having questioned the onesie laid out for him, but ultimately deciding to play the part. He comes into the kitchen first, for coffee.
"Morning, Alice," he says, feeling a little silly, but generally ready to be a good sport. "Am I the last one?" )
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Rebekah waves her hand in a small wave.]
A pleasure. Have you been in New York long?
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( And then to Rebekah. )
Barely two days. I'm -
( He still doesn't know. Julian? Charlie? )
Waverly's father.
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[Because the Earps are basically part of her family now, deal with it.]