Note: this conversation originally took place on the evening of Wednesday, December 21st — the 2016 Winter Solstice.
Janiss: We’re back for another evening of hot cocoa and immortal talk. Say hello, Nancy.
Nancy: (long sigh) Hello.
J: It’s the longest night of the year, and you’ve chosen to spend at least a little of it with me — thank you.
N: Free drinks, yes?
J: I pay for those.
N: Free for me, then. (sips) What topic have you chosen?
J: Christmas, of course.
N: Very appropriate. (gestures at all the decorations and shoppers, then at her themed cup) Continue.
J: (leans forward) Do you celebrate it?
N: (raises an eyebrow)
J: Come on, you can’t tell me you’ve never been swayed by the Christmas spirit. Not once in three centuries?
N: I most often choose to spend it alone not killing anyone.
J: Isn’t that how you spend most nights?
N: (nods) Not all that different from any other time of year.
J: What about people watching?
N: I find it inappropriate to leer at livestock while it roams and grazes. (sips)