Amaya's Voicemail.

[special_rabbit]

"Hey, there. I guess the thing is to make a greeting for this little device that lets you know you've reached the phone of Amaya Blackstone, and you can leave a message for me here, and that I promise not to take apart this one like I have the past three. I haven't figured out how to get them back up and running yet, but I will, you mark my words. This one, I'll not tinker with. Apparently it's important. So rest assured, you can reach me here, and I'll try to get back. I mean, I suppose it's more efficient than a letter, but it's still a little strange..."

*CLICK!*

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Non-Denominational Winter-Holiday-Representative Gift Exchange

[uncertain_dume]

This month had definitely been something, hadn't it? Between the advent strangeness and the snowman attacks, Kanan hadn't really gotten a chance to go shopping. But all the same, he figured Amaya wouldn't mind a very lightly used gift this time of year. He'd raided his own toolkit, the one he kept on the Escape, and had pulled out his spanner for the occasion, writing down meticulous instructions for changing its configuration from one tool to the next, with a few notes about how he'd programmed a few basic Earth tools into it as well.

The toughest part, really, had been finding a box to put it in that hadn't been full of doggie treats. So, if the spanner happened to be tucked inside a somewhat repurposed rifle case - the one he used to keep his lightsaber parts in before he'd started wearing it in pieces on his belt for convenience - well, he was just being resourceful.

Either way, it was being left on the doorstep to the Forge on Kanan's way to work that morning. Happy holidays, Amaya!