IANTO
It was interesting, and it was the first time that Ianto had really been able to involve himself in the festival. He'd arrived (aka: fallen into) the Wildwood just as the midnight festivities were ending, and so there had been no catching the sun for him last year. This time, however, he was keen not to miss out. As for the gifts, he hummed thoughtfully and smiled across at Deimos.
"I imagine any gift that comes with a story would be appreciated. Or anything unique or quirky. And if in doubt, tools or food or supplies are always going to be received well." Tipping the other man a wink, his smile grew as sunny as the weather around them. "Does that explain the tradition well enough for you, friend? I know it seems childish, but... sometimes showing that you're willing to try is the first step to making connections."
"I imagine any gift that comes with a story would be appreciated. Or anything unique or quirky. And if in doubt, tools or food or supplies are always going to be received well." Tipping the other man a wink, his smile grew as sunny as the weather around them. "Does that explain the tradition well enough for you, friend? I know it seems childish, but... sometimes showing that you're willing to try is the first step to making connections."
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