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The Christmas season was upon them, and whether the rest of the team planned on celebrating, Skye didn’t really care. She never had the chance to purchase Christmas gifts for the people she cared about until now.
Sitting in her bunk, she was just finishing up the wrapping of the presents. However, she had no idea how to tie a bow around the boxes. Thankfully, when she opened her bunk door to look for help, Simmons was walking by.
“Hey Simmons,” she started. “Do you know how to tie ribbon around a gift box?”
Simmons smiled. “Of course I do. I was taught at a young age and officially became my mum’s bow assistant.”
“Good. That means you can help me.” Skye assumed without asking. Turning around, she held open her bunk door so Simmons could follow her in. Once they were both inside, Skye closed the door and motioned to the five presents laid out on her bed. They seemed to be symmetrical to Simmons, and all wrapped in the same gold, green, and red paper. Skye held up the roll of gold ribbon: cloth thankfully, not that awful plastic mess that Fitz always used. Simmons smiled at the thought of her telling off Fitz that second year in the Academy. Their second Christmas, of which Fitz had used that terrible plastic ribbon for both Christmases they had spent together at that point.
“Do you know which ones you want to put ribbons on? I don’t think Ward is much of a bow guy.” Simmons pointed out.
“Yeah, that makes sense.” Skye picked up a gift to exclude it from the ribbon. “Wait… damint! I forgot to label them as I went.”
“So you have no idea which present goes to who?”
“That’s what I’m saying.”
Simmons sighed. “Do you not remember what order you wrapped them in?”
“Who remembers things like that?!”
“I do.”
“Sorry, I forgot you know everything about everything.” Skye said, obviously frustrated. She paused, realizing Simmons was only trying to help. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to take my mistake out on you.”
“It’s alright,” Simmons replied. “I understand how difficult this situation must be. My thought is, just open each gift and see who it is for, then simply rewrap them.”
“Not that simple Simmons. I don’t have enough paper to rewrap five presents.”
“Technically, you would only need to open four of them. The fifth would show who it belongs to by process of elimination,” she explained.
“I don’t even have enough for four presents,” Skye blew out. “I have enough for, maybe, one. Do you have any wrapping paper?”
“Sorry,” Simmons smiled sheepishly. “I wrapped my gifts back in November, when we landed at the Hub.”
“Of course you did.”
“Hey! You’re the one who didn’t label them. Don’t get mad at me just because you didn’t think ahead.”
“Wow,” exclaimed Skye. “That actually hurt.”
"Well, it was meant to. I am sorry though. I shouldn’t be exploding at you but trying to help you figure this out.” Simmons smiled again. “How do you want to handle this?”
“Ummm…” Skye took a moment to think about it. “I guess… I’ll just have to guess which one belongs to each of you?” She said like she was asking a question.
Simmons laughed. “Skye, did you get anything inappropriate for anyone?” a real possibility.
“I choose to not answer that question.”
“Wow. This Christmas will be interesting.” Simmons sat down. “Okay. Hand me the ribbon and scissors.”