[oh that's so cold, that's so unexpected, and it doesn't taste anything like a peppermint frappachino. this is unmitigated bullshit. he hates it, and he's done with the snake—so when it bucks, he taks the opportunity to let it throw him off, riding the energy on to the wall of presents, and climbing up after estelle.

by the time he reaches her, though, the sleigh is already pulling away—and he sighs a huge and mighty sigh, leaning his head back in disgust.]

Typical. The cabbie gets a call, and drives off exactly when you need them the most! Inexplicably evil.

[anyway.]

Wanna go to that bakery?