[So...Katsuki knows he doesn't have a superb relationship with Meryl, and she's still a damn hothead who needs to pick her battles and watch her temper even more than he himself does sometimes, BUT. He does respect the fact she does her job well, and takes pride in it - he can relate to that, and hates that there are people on the other side who squander what they have, or are in it for the wrong reasons. The fact she opened up a printing and publication studio at the best time, where gathering and distributing information that's not easily traced through the network is just...perfect. Chef's fucking kiss. Katsuki might even hit that up after this holiday nonsense, and after he sleeps for three days straight.
But anyway, the Munchkin Paparazzi is indeed on his list of giftees, and he even put some thought into what to get her, too. On the early morning of Christmas day, the mail mice deliver several wrapped or bagged gifts to Meryl's place of residence, somewhere away from where they could get wet or damaged. The first thing is a gift bag, strings drawn together to keep the bag closed and tissue paper placed over the contents to keep them safe. Once she peels that away, inside will be two very nice bamboo covered notebooks to write whatever she likes in it. Next to that, in a smaller and more slender wrapped box, is a quill pen, topped with a real and very colorful bird feather on a velvet bed. On the top cover is a note, written in very fancy script that is...very clearly not Katsuki's handwriting. He probably asked the seller to write a note with the pen, but it does give a little bit of detail:
The kestrel is among the smallest falcon species in the world. Despite its small size, it is a fierce and skilled predator, able to take down and carry prey larger than itself.
Small, but mighty, a lot like herself. He thought it was a good fit for the little spitfire. Aside from the more well thought out gifts, there's also a wrapped, plastic baggy of to die for linzer cookies in various shapes and with different jam fillings such as raspberry, fig, and apricot. They are almost sinfully good - light and airy, buttery, as with just the right amount of tartness from the jam to not be overbearingly rich, or sweet. Yes, Katsuki made them himself. He is a kid of many talents, and cooking is but one of them (baking too, in this case).
There's no card, or fancy letter, just the basic gift tags that indicate who it's from and who the gifts are intended for. He's not good at writing down his feelings just as much as he's bad at talking about them. Besides, the gift itself should say enough, right?]
Christmas Gift Delivery!! | 12/25
But anyway, the Munchkin Paparazzi is indeed on his list of giftees, and he even put some thought into what to get her, too. On the early morning of Christmas day, the mail mice deliver several wrapped or bagged gifts to Meryl's place of residence, somewhere away from where they could get wet or damaged. The first thing is a gift bag, strings drawn together to keep the bag closed and tissue paper placed over the contents to keep them safe. Once she peels that away, inside will be two very nice bamboo covered notebooks to write whatever she likes in it. Next to that, in a smaller and more slender wrapped box, is a quill pen, topped with a real and very colorful bird feather on a velvet bed. On the top cover is a note, written in very fancy script that is...very clearly not Katsuki's handwriting. He probably asked the seller to write a note with the pen, but it does give a little bit of detail:
The kestrel is among the smallest falcon species in the world. Despite its small size, it is a fierce and skilled predator, able to take down and carry prey larger than itself.
Small, but mighty, a lot like herself. He thought it was a good fit for the little spitfire. Aside from the more well thought out gifts, there's also a wrapped, plastic baggy of to die for linzer cookies in various shapes and with different jam fillings such as raspberry, fig, and apricot. They are almost sinfully good - light and airy, buttery, as with just the right amount of tartness from the jam to not be overbearingly rich, or sweet. Yes, Katsuki made them himself. He is a kid of many talents, and cooking is but one of them (baking too, in this case).
There's no card, or fancy letter, just the basic gift tags that indicate who it's from and who the gifts are intended for. He's not good at writing down his feelings just as much as he's bad at talking about them. Besides, the gift itself should say enough, right?]