Scene #3554: A Wizard's Exchange ft Harry and Inga

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Harry Dresden	I has ben an awfully dreary Solstice. No snow. No White Christmas this year. Rain and thunderstorms and ice and grey gre grey skies. Not that Harry minds so much. It's less money for the wood to heat the house, it's less work to track people after a snow fall, andwhat's more, it means that Winter has been... doing whatever it is they do when it's too warm out for them. Which is just fine for the Wizard. Harry is currently slightly zonked out in his armchair, looking over old case notes and files in front of the fire.
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga is coming back from the store, having needed even MORE pie making supplies. So, she has a bag full of fruit and ingrediants for pie dough. This should be the last batch. Inga drops the back onto the table with a sigh. She's tired, and just wants to settle in with Harry.
Harry Dresden	Harry is not about to be THAT GUY who doens't help his girl in with the stuff, even if she's been doing so much better with her legs lately. Thus as the door opens and Inga comes in with MORE BAKING GOODS, she'll be gettin the help of Harry, who shuffles out of his chair and plucks up the shopping bags. "Man, you're braver than me, that's for sure. How were the crowds? I mean, probably not awful... or did you head to the mall?"
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga flops into a chair once Harry takes over, sighing. "Like a market day in Birka," she says. "Which is to say it was quite crowded and someone was fighting over the last of the apples," she answers. "But I am back now and do not want to leave for the rest of the day. I hope you are also planning on staying home?" she asks, raising a brow to him. "I do not feel like cooking...I thought perhaps we could have food brought...perhaps open our gifts."
Harry Dresden	Harry grumps at the news and sighs. "Well, I'd just have gotten in the way, probably, so that's good." He kisses at Inga's hair and starts putting away the groceries in the pantry and ice box. "And I wasn't planning on it. I was going over my stuff for the year and checking out the cases and just... well. Not going to work." He grins at Inga. "Besides, onc we get to Dun we'll be doing the winter sacrifice anyways."
Inga Freyjasdottir	"I did get the last of the apples however," she says, a small grin forming. You probably don't want to know how. Inga leans back, tucking her staff into a corner. "Mmm indeed. I wonder if we should invite people again? I'm sure at least some of the villagers would like to attend...they're not all Christians," she says.
Harry Dresden	"Well. That would be nice. Have we got enough goat for everyone?" Harry grins and kisses Inga again, though maybe a litle more meaningfully as he wraps arms around her waist and hoists her up a bit. Height advantage, hooooo~ Then he's planting her on he couch, and heading over for the phone. "And that's a pretty good idea, actually. Even if Arturia and Bedi ae still working hard to convert them all, there's still. Well, Christmas is still pretty pagan anyways, so it's not that far off."
Inga Freyjasdottir	"Well, that depends on how many people come I suppose. There's other things to make. The villagers may still have animals that need to be slaughtered as well. The harvest was good though," she says, thoughtfully. "Ee!" she squeaks as she's hoisted up and moved to the couch. She's getting used to being lugged around by people! Harry's not the only one who does it. Riva is certain a culprit as well. Inga puts her feet up, wiggling out of her boots. "Yes, many of your traditions are not actually unfamiliar to me. That is a pleasant surprise," she says, looking over to their little decorated tree. At the Dun, the grove is decorated. No need to drag a tree inside there.
Harry Dresden	Harry laughs a bit, before getting on the old rotary phone and calling up the local thai place. "How hot you want your noodles, love? Also I guess we can make it a pot luck sort of thing, or whatever it is you call 'bring your own critter for slaughter' in ye olde days terminology." He purses his lips. "But Potluck has to be norse, cause that's totally a Minnesota thing. Hello, yes, Tommy? Howsit going?" The guy from the noodle place has apparently picked up.
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga raises a brow. "Ah, not too spicy please," she answers. "Pot...luck?" she asks, tilting her head curiously. Inga shaks her head, no idea what he is talking about. She leans over to adjust a few of the decorations on the tree. "Do you want to exchange our gifts here or at the cottage?" she asks once he's off the phone.
Harry Dresden	"Potluck that's where everyone brings a dish to pass? Something to eat? Oh, no you, Tommy. We need two orders of beef lo mein and like 15 pot stickers. Yeah for delivery." Harry rolls his eyes in Inga's direction and mouths 'they're very busy'. "Okay, okay, I'll see you in 45 then. Thanks." And that's that. Harry grumps an hangs up the phone. "And what makes you think I've gotten you anything this year? I mean, I'm a forgetbul jackass who hates people."
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga nods. "Ah, I see," she says, shrugging. She then raises her brows at him, crossing her arms beneath her chest. "Is that so? For a man who hates people you are saving them an awful lot," she replies. "I can't believe for a moment you forget a gift...if I don't recieve an article of clothing, I'll be eaten by the Yule Cat," she comments with a small smile.
Harry Dresden	Harry snorts a bit, and shuffles off to the bedroom. He can be heard fishing around under the bed, and... He's back with a collection of boxes, once again wraped in the traditions of his people. The funny pages from the Tribune. There's even ribons on them this year, the kind with the stickers on.
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga laughs. "Ribbons this year, how fancy!" she says, shaking her head. She reaches under the tree for a few packages for Harry. They are wrapped carefully and prettily with shiney paper and little acorns. "See, I knew you did not forget," she teases, then motions for him to come sit beside her.
Harry Dresden	Harry snorts and pushes the larger of the boxes over at Inga. "Well, first off the Yule Cat is definatley not going to eat you this year." He chuckles and flops onto the couch next to his partner, tossing one of his arms over he shoulder as she unwraps.
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga snickers, passing him a good sized box as well. "Likewise," she informs him. "I would never let you be eaten by the Yule Cat." Inga unwraps her gift.... Inside Harry's gift is what appears to be a tunic in the style of what men wore in her time. It's made of good wool, dark grey, with tasteful blue woven edging. There's a pair of trousers with it. Inga watches nervously as he unwraps. "I figured, for when we are staying at the Dun you might want something that fits in...and I'm sure there are many other worlds it might be useful in as well," she says. Of course, its all made by hand by Inga. She's likely spent half the year putting this together.
Harry Dresden	Inga's box... Well there's a few things. There's a collection of Petite Sized jerseys for the local Cityname Sports teams. Blackhawks and Bears and Cubs are all in there, along with a single Green bay Packers jersey, just in case. Harry laughs. "I got these on a pretty good trad with one of my clients, and I figured you needed some... well, let's say local flavor to your wardrobe. Also people hiting each other on ice and big men running into each other sounded like very Norse kinds of sports, so."
Harry Dresden	As for his gift, Harry just grins, and holds up the tunic. "And look at that, great minds think alike. Did you mkae this yourself?" He grins and holds it up to his chest.
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga looks at the jerseys, blinking, then looking back to Harry. She snickers. "I see...people hittin each other on ice and big men running into each other hmmm?" she asks, pursing her lips. She takes out a Minnesota vikings jersey and raises a brow. "Ha ha." Inga smiles more, nodding. I did. Naturally, there are protective spells woven into the cloth," she informs. Indeed, he'll likely sense the now familiar feel of Inga's magic permeating the fabric. Inga reaches for another box, passing it over. This one is a hooded sweatshirt, the kind he likes to wear around the house, and a pair of fleece pajama pants to go with it.
Harry Dresden	Inga gets a poke on the nose as she inspects the jerseys. "You'll see. I'll take you out to watch a Blackhawks game some day and you'll get it. mayber. If we can get one of the spots up and away fro mthe crowds." That was always the problem. Inga really wasn't... well, good for big sporting events. There's another box though, and now... Harry cheers. "Heck yeah. I figured you'd uh... spt the holes in he other pairs." He coughs. I know they keep vanishing, but I guess there's only so much darning and sewing can do to fix that."
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga nods, smiling. "If you say so Harry, I'll give it a try. I used to enjoy watching the warriors at their games back home," she adds. At his reaction, she laughs. "Not that I didn't enjoy the...very interesting view from you holey pants...but yes. I am glad you are pleased," she said, leaning forward to kiss him. She knows how much he loves his comfortable clothes. She doesn't mind stealing his sweatshirts, either. Inga reaches under the tree again, this time for a smaller package. "This one goes with the first," she says. Inside, is a silver arm ring, a thick woven chain with two wolf heads at the ends.
Harry Dresden	Harry's eyes widen at the wolf bracelet and he sighs a bit, hefting it out of the package, feeling the weight and size of the band. He shuffles a bit, squeaking it over his hand and wrist and lets it lie heavy alongside the shield bracelet. "Mmmmmh. Inga, it's... It's gorgeous. Who did you find to do the work? Did you do this?" He lifts up his arm and lightly channels some energy through himself, trying to discern if it does anything.
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga smiles, reaching for his wrist. "It looks very handsome on you," she says, smiling warmly. "I thought you needed a proper arm ring. Now, if you--" Inga begins, but before she even has a chance, Harry channeles a bit of energy into it before she can properly warn him. The metal grows warm, then the little yule tree in the apartment starts to smoke, catching flame. Inga sighs. "Well, it does /that/ more or less..."