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You step forward, and Raven sheepishly follows, and you bow while she curtsies. Everyone applauds, and father starts with the cube.

"Oh!" he says. "Iridescent drinking glasses! Two sets of four for a total of eight. I like the colors. And then..."

He opens the rectangle.

"Three sets of novelty drink chillers!" he says. "They look like golf balls. I better be careful not to confuse these with my real golf balls."

Everyone shares a chuckle.

"I really like these," father says. "Thank you, son."

"You're welcome, father," you say. "I'm glad you like them."

"Of course I like them, son," he says as he brings you in for a side hug. "They're from you. Even when you were only getting me mugs, it still meant a lot to me that you did. If you didn't get me anything, that would've been troubling."

"Well," you say, feeling a bit humbled and foolish. "Maybe for old time's sake, I'll get you a mug for Christmas."

"I think that'd be nice," he chuckles. "Something with a little snow man on it, perhaps."

"And so," Bret says, "thus concludes the gift opening for Master Rodger. Now, we shall take a moment for the ladies to prepare their dresses for the ballroom. Gentlemen, this way."

You expect Raven to leave with your mother and sisters, but she stays put beside you.

"Aren't you going to change at least the skirt?" you ask as she walks with you arm in arm.

"Don't worry, this dress comes with a surprise," she says.

"Well alright," you say with a smirk.

The two of you follow father, uncle, cousins and grandfather, along with all the other men, into the ball room.

"Oh wow," she says. "It's beautiful."

"Yes, yes it is," you say as you look at shining chandeliers and polished floor. "But what is this surprise you mentioned about your dress?"

She smirks and takes a few steps back. She then snaps her fingers and *FOOF* her full length straight skirt springs outward into a feathery layered skirt.

"Wow!" you say. "How clever."

"Well your sisters created it," she says. "I have a feeling they used it exclusively for me."

"Cheeky devils," you say. "But smart."

"So, Ms. Roth," Mr. Grant says as he and son Roy walk over. "How was it that you and young Rory here happened to meet?"

"Well, let's just say he drove into town and happened to help me with a big meathead who was hitting on me."

"Ever the gentleman," Roy says.

"Thank you," you say.

"So where do you hail from?" Mr. Grant asks.

"Well, I live in America," Raven says, "but I hail from Azarath. It's alright if you don't know where that is, we're rather a small country and keep to ourselves."

"I see," Mr. Grant says. "But what continent is that on?"

"Uh..." she says as you both realize you never came up with a lie for that. "It's... Eurasian... Southern, to where it's almost in the Middle East."

"I see," he says again.

"Tell us about yourself," Roy asks. "Those of us who arrived later would like to know a bit more about the lady who has captured Rory's heart."

"Oh, um," Raven says as she notices the other gentlemen gathering around. "I'm not really sure where to start."
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