"Merry Christmas!" The mothman hands her a wrapped present, showcasing snow falling on a landscape. Within the box are two items: A very cool looking dark purple, sleeveless jacket, with a yellow inner coloring. The second item is... her very own butterfly knife, also purple and golden yellow! "Should be good to go for being an asskicker in the new year."
* "Huh? You're giving ME a present?"
* Despite the closeness Susie feels to the older monster, it's still a shock when he places the box in her hands. After all, her own blood relatives never bother to get her anything for Christmas, never mind her birthday a few weeks before it. Sure, Ellis doesn't know about the latter, but the idea that he thought to get her something at all more than makes up for both days tending to be nothing more than reminders of what a bad spot she's in.
* Looking down at the nicely wrapped box, it's hard for her not to feel a little hesitant about tearing into it like she wants to. Then again, Susie thinks, if Ellis cares enough to give her a gift in the first place, he won't care if she tears up the packaging a little to get at it.
* So tear at it she does, although she tries to be at least a little careful about it. She perks up instantly when she sees what's inside, immediately slipping on the jacket and grabbing the knife to inspect it closer. She has no idea where he got the stuff, and she doesn't care, either.
* "Dude, this is GREAT! Thanks, Ellis!"
* She pauses, looking a bit bashful as she turns her gaze away from him and rubs at the back of her neck.
* "Uh... Yeah. Merry Christmas."
* Maybe the holiday isn't so bad. At least, her now wagging tail seems to make her think so.
