Hazel held one hand out, as if expecting an explanation to be placed in it. "Babe, why are you a... cleardeer, maybe?"
Clover beamed, but had to stop before she drooled all over herself. "Hehthel!! Loog!! Amma wainbeer!!"
"What's a wainbeer?"
Clover shook her head emphatically. "Nuh a wainbeer, a wainbeer. Wain beer!"
"A... oh, a raindeer?"
"Yuh." She punctuated with a noisy slurp.
Hazel shook their head. "Okay, why are you a raindeer?"
"Ith feththibe! Ith a Tholthtith—" This was impossible. Clover finally popped the treat out of her mouth and wiped her mouth, though not without first clocking herself in the snout, which had been much shorter a few minutes ago. "Ow. It's a Solstice thing! They've got a bunch of holiday lore here, though not all of it quite makes sense..."
"I meant more like, why are you anything? I thought you were checking the mail?"
"Eve sent me a present!" Clover held up the candy cane. The color faded away near the end, where she'd been sucking on it.
Hazel hunkered down and scanned the tag dangling from the empty box in Clover's hand. "Hmmm, and you immediately put presents from witches in your mouth, even when they tell you not to?"
Clover cleared her throat, almost entirely because a glob of sugary goo was caught in it. "That is the idea."
