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Who: Faith & Arthur, Faith & Reno, Faith & Steve, Faith & Buffy, Faith & Dean, and Faith & anyone that wants to run into her!
What: Catching up. Exchanging gifts. Kissing...
When: December 20th to 24th
Where: The Deathmatch & some random place

[No, really. The set-ups are in the tags.]

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[It helps that Steve is inclined to try to make his way toward her when he does spot her. It's a surprise, but not an unpleasant one.] Faith, can I get you something?

I was just stopping by to drop this off for you. [Unlike the cookies that Steve helped her with, these are ones Brock helped her with. She's apparently got a lot of cooking inclined friends. These cookies are stars that have red white and blue stripes on them.]

They... uh, they might not be good. You saw my baking attempts. Oh, and, they're not very holiday...ish. Like the --

-- icing or whatever. [HERE just take the tin.]

[He's taking it okay! And smiling because red, white, and blue cookies are kind of sweet even if they may test the limits of his enhanced healing.]

Thank you, these are really something. I'm not dropping off your gift until tomorrow though. That okay?

[She's confused for a moment.]

Yeah... that's okay. I mean, you don't have to do that.

I already did. It's sitting in my room with all the others. [He shrugs.] Besides, I wouldn't be much of a friend if I didn't give you a gift even after you made me something.

[She's still not really sure. The only person to give her a gift was Damon last year and she'd been sleeping with him...]

I didn't know you thought we were friends. [Look. It's a legit concern for her.]

[Steve is surprised. Of course he automatically worries maybe he assumed too much.]

Well yeah... I mean you want to be friends, right?

[She shakes her head.]

Don't sweat it, I just ... [She glances at the ground for a moment.]

Most the people I talk to, even if it's a few times, I don't assume it makes us friends. I probably screw it up anyway, I just figured... with the thing at that lake and all the other things I messed up that you were just being nice to me.

[Steve shakes his head, eyes trained on the ground. He's still a little embarrassed by his behavior back then, but this isn't about that so looks up again and smiles.]

It's not like that, Faith. I like you. I always have. I might not get you, but you knew that already.

[He laughs.] I'm not very good pretending in case this isn't hint enough already.

[She laughs, too, shaking her head a bit.]

It's alright, I've never been good at accepting help... or friends.

[She rubs her hands together, pressing her thumb into her palm as she feels that worry build up.] I'm glad that we're friends, though. I mean, I don't have many.

You're a good one to have.

I... [This is usually the part where he denies it, but that would be insulting to everyone involved.] Well you know what they say, quality over quantity.

[He looks down from the cookies in hand to her.] Thank you, Faith. Not just for the cookies. You got me through some things I would have had to tough out alone. Not that I can't handle it, but it was nice having someone there to help. You're a good friend to have too.

[She shrugs it off, just looking away from him as he compliments her. She's always been slightly uncomfortable with people giving her an honest position on her being a good person.]

Yeah...

[He can tell. Steve figures now would be a good a time as any to provide an exit.] Well I better get back to work. See you soon?

[Ugh. She doesn't feel like this is the right way to end the conversation.]

Maybe I could order something.

That'd be great. You should try the burgers.

[Except... she doesn't have any money.]

How much are they?

They're [whatever amount is correct here.]

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