Eight Birds of Paradise Singing

{When the feed clicks on, there's a Happiny peering into the camera, and she picks it up, squeaking something.}

Hmm? What have you got there, Yamato?

{Happiny-cam moves, and what looks to be a room stuffed to the brim with items appears. There's a guitar case leaning against a rainbow stack of folded woollen items, bookshelves, and a wide shelf with dozens upon dozens of eggs upon it. Nanao herself is standing at a massive table, tailor's chalk and scissors in hand.}

Oh, you've got the 'Gear. Well, maybe you should put that down, dear. I'm a bit busy, and those eggs need checking up on.

{Yamato squeaks in delight, and drops the 'Gear, speeding over to the egg shelf as fast as her stubby little legs can carry her. Nanao walks over and picks it up, chuckling under her breath.}

Well, at least she's enthusiastic. {The feed ends there.}

{OOC: The offer for Christmas eggs is still open, if anyone is interested! Apart from that, have a lovely Christmas!