Orken did not know how to react. He could have sworn that the older agent had been challenging him. Maybe he had misread the situation. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time. It was around this point that he realized Nume was offering his hand. Ah, this again. This, he knew.
Shaking Nume’s hand, he said, “Ah. Well, don’t worry, Agent Supernumerary, the last thing I would want to do is undo any of the work you’ve put into training Ilraen. It has been… not unpleasant to finally meet you. I wish you a happy religious or non religious festival of your choosing. Or, if you so choose, of course, no celebration at all.”
Orken had never understood the term “happy holidays,” since, it had always implied to him that those who choose not to celebrate were somehow being left out of any well wishes. He had viewed it as one more example of humans irrationally separating each other into groups. His former host had called him “paranoid” and Thomas had told him he was way over thinking things.
He shoved his irrelevant musings into a far corner of his head, and gave one of his rare genuine smiles. “Well, if you two will excuse me, I think I’m going to try some of that chocolate covered ham Ilraen seems to love so much. While I know taking food recommendations from an Andalite can result in the consumption of some non-food items, I think I’ll take his suggestion this time. Hopefully I’ll be seeing you two around.”
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