Someday I'll learn to love these scars

It's near the end of the year, so Mio has selected some presents for people to convey her gratitude to various people who have done her favors over the past year. (Also, because it's the socially polite thing to do in Japan this time of year.)

Each gift has been professionally wrapped in the proper Japanese fashion, and for those who can't read kanji, the Nexus Translation field will helpfully translate the noshi (the white paper thing) to read: Year-end gift - Hongo.

For Ran: a gift set of gourmet British teas.

For Nagi: a cake.

For Daimon: a selection of authentic Kyoto sweets.

For Schuldig: a box of Godiva chocolates.

Each gift is hand-delivered to the recipient.

Mio stretches her arms in an attempt to loosen some of the tension in her shoulders. She'd been working on this filing project for nearly a week now, and she was finally almost done with sorting all of the papers. Mio mentally sighed in exasperation for about the thousandth time since she'd begun this project. Seriously, it was like someone had just tossed all of this paperwork in the boxes without even bothering to do any preliminary sorting. It was extremely unprofessional, she didn't know how they managed to stay in business with accounting that sloppy.

Mio finishes the stack that she had been working on and glances at the clock. 5 til noon. Time for lunch. Mio gets up and heads for the break room.