She wanted to thank the two brownies for finding the absolutely perfect gift for Kaio Tanaka. She yanked open the door and knelt on the floor so she could talk to her backpack. “You guys?” “Yes?” said the professor from inside the bag. “That ham and sausage box you made for Kaio was awesome! Apparently it’s the perfect Oseibo gift, which you’re supposed to give by December 20.” “We know.” “Last year, someone gave her like a gallon of soy sauce. Yuk. Who wants to drink fermented soybeans and liquid salt? Oh, did you know, in Japan, they call it ‘shoyu?’ Doesn’t make it taste any better.” “So,” said Nails, poking his head out of a zippered pouch, “you had fun?” “Yeah. I guess. I made a new friend. Kaio’s pretty cool.” “Dig it,” said Nails, snapping his fingers. Christina gave him a puzzled look. “What? Isn’t finger snapping cool anymore?” “Uh, no.” “When did that happen?” “Like fifty years ago.” “Nobody told me!” “You didn’t ask,”
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