I arrived at the writing cabin in the pre-dawn hour.
Lisa let me in, and she was already in her seasonal outfit. Today she was a gingerbread girl complete with some kind of white piping sewn around the hem of her miniskirt. Candy cane striped thigh-high stockings ended just shy of her dress. “Wow! Two days in a row? It’s almost like old times.”
“Almost. I have to cut it short today, but don’t want to squander the hours I have.”
“Then you’d better get started.” She got behind me and pushed me toward the writing office.
I intended to get the ship underway, but still had a couple of loose ends to wrap up in Tusconi. I took care of those and managed to make sail before I stopped.
It only came to about 800 words today, but like I noted, there were limited hours available. The good news is that Lanternfish is finally underway.
Lisa looked over my shoulder. “I think it’s good stuff. A tearful departure and a thought toward loved ones.” She placed a little square gingerbread robot on the table before me. “Don’t run away. I baked these myself from a recipe on the Internet.”
I took a hesitant bite. “Mmm. These are good.”
“Whew! I’ve never tried anything like this before.”
“Why a robot?”
“Because robots are underrepresented in the Christmas lore. We’re starting a new tradition here. If my sculpting skills were better I would have tried some robot girls, like me.”
“Well, I think they’re delicious. You can work on it, and I’ll come back tomorrow. No writing, just a Christmas visit.”
“And my Christmas bonus? These gingerbread shoes aren’t cheap, you know?”
“Yeah. I’ll bring that, too.”