A look of contemplation crossed Jason’s face. “She knows when you’ve been naughty,” he mused. “She brings gifts, apparently.” Halfway back to the group, Gabrielle wheeled around and stormed back to Jason, waving a finger in his face. “I don’t know what a flirty Santa Claus is,” she scolded, “but my goddess definitely isn’t one.” “Does she have a big temple to the north where elves make toys?” “What?” Clive and Gabrielle asked.
