Stacia plops down on the floor next to him, folding her legs like she's used to wearing a short skirt when she does such things.

"Huh," she says. "I'm pretty sure that Santa is one of the Fae in my world. Krampus certainly was. But I got a Holiday Barbie out of it."

She still has it, back home. She's still not sure if she should take it out of the box, though Lilly and Bares-His-Fangs' infinite meat fridges have been relatively harmless thus far.