This was most certainly not how Luka Durand thought his twelve day long Christmas party would end.

For one thing, he thought it would end after the twelfth day rather than the second.

But hey, the impromptu fireworks display that cut things short was certainly impressive. On top of that, Jesse and Montague weren't sitting with him at the bar. So presumably they were still among the living. But that wasn't the icing on the cake.

That honor belonged to the realization that one of the others seated at the bar was in fact the thrice cursed corvid that had recently taken to stealing from him. Luka couldn't help but laugh at that.

"The bane of my existence dying with me! Truly the finest Boxing Day treat I've ever had!" Luka exclaimed with a new appreciation for the saying 'save the best for last' in his heart, before turning back to the bartender with a happy grin on his face. "Barkeep. A round of your finest for everyone save that midnight feathered menace, if you would be so kind. Also, open a tab. I intend to be placing that order with a fair amount of frequency over the next few centuries."