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"Oh, Marilla, I'm so excited to meet Sebastian!" Anne exclaimed as she started to finish up the preparation for Christmas dinner
"Try not to make a fuss," Marilla told her. "He's well, he's... he's an islander. Same as you and me."
"Do you reckon they like mince pies in Trinidad? I sure hope so."
"Either way, I'm sure he'll be polite about it. He seems like a very nice fellow indeed."
"Anne, relax," Marigold said as she placed a hand on her sister's shoulder, careful not to deflate the puff sleeves. "Bash is sweet. He'll be very polite about all of this. Besides, he's not used to the cold so as long as it's hot, he'll love it."
Matthew walked into the home with a tree in hand. Marilla was quick to stop in, "No, you don't. Straight to the parlor, please. And mind you, pass a broom afterwards. I won't have these pine needles underfoot. We've got company coming."
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There was a knock on the front door, Matthew headed to get it. When he opened the door, he was met with Bash and Gilbert. The former was visibly freezing as Matthew looked at the two awkwardly. Marilla hurried to defuse the situation.
"Merry Christmas to you both!"
"And to you," Gilbert replied.
"Do come in. Matthew, this is Sebastian."
"Pleased to meet you Sebastian."
"Please, call me Bash," The man corrected before observing the house, "Oh, what a lovely home. Nice and warm."
"Let me take your coats," Marilla offered.
"Oh. Uh. Thank you," Bash remembered something, "I almost forgot."
Bash reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small bottle, handing it to Marilla, "My, how very kind of you."
"It's curry," Bash informed her based upon her confused look.
"Curry?"
"Yes, it's a blend of fantastic spices."
"Oh. Why, thank you."
"It's good for stews."
"How nice. We eat a lot of stew here. Oh. Won't you sit down?"
