Chapter 774: Christmas (2)
"Ugh, the smell of delicious meat is everywhere..."
"Of course, the wolf can smell it from a mile away."
"Seems like everyone's running around busy because it's Christmas Eve. With the endless smell of meat and cheese, the communal kitchen area must be packed."
"Now that I think about it, do we really need to make the food ourselves? We could just ask the restaurant staff to take care of it. Surely they’d be able to handle that, right?"
"Well, they’ll probably be incredibly busy on Christmas Eve and Day, so maybe it’s not the best idea to add to their workload... but I’m getting tempted. Ugh..."
December 24th, White Christmas Eve.
Small snowflakes continued to fall silently from the sky, most of them melting and disappearing as soon as they touched the ground. Under the thick white clouds, the Dagger team was present.
They had finally returned home, so there was a lot to do. They needed to gather food and gifts for the holiday, and set up a tree on the first floor. It seemed unnecessary, but it was something that could help them endure the hard times.
At first, they were skeptical about it, but once they tried, they realized it did bring some comfort. After all, when all you see are scenes that are unhealthy for your mental state, engaging in "normal activities" became a form of solace.
Of course, they weren’t the only ones engrossed in these "special" activities to forget about the war.
The smell of meat wafted around, and they could see thickly bundled-up children running around in the square, carefree and excited, without a care for the horrors of the war. Food trucks lined the area as well.
It might sound cliché, but these were the scenes that were only possible because of them—the last attempts of those who vowed never to forget the prosperous America that had existed before.