[CENTER][h1][color=slategray]Ailsa Leisy[/color][/h1][/center]

Ailsa grinned merrily as she sipped the wine that had been provided for lack of champagne. She had spent the evening conversing with various city residents, learning more about the faces she'd glimpsed on the street and would hopefully never see inside clinic walls. For the second time that day, Ailsa was reminded of how amazing it was to have a place to call home--to belong. 

When it came time to deliver gifts to the bride and groom, Ailsa produced a honey one of the search teams had uncovered. With the loss of civilization went the loss of many basic pleasures of life, including sugar, and the cache of honey uncovered had been delivered to the clinic due to the syrupy sweet's natural healing properties. After cataloguing all the bottles, Ailsa figured that she could spare a few, so she picked out two for the new couple. 

[i]May your future be as sweet as honey,[/i] the cheesy labels read. Ailsa cringed internally, reminded of the cliche and seemingly insincere catchphrase. Because she was grateful—Kyle and Ranna had been one of the first people to welcome her into the community, and she’d always be indebted to them for that. She only hoped that she had done enough to deserve such treatment.

Ailsa watched as Alexandra produced a young doom lab as a gift, impressed by the originality of the gift. Deciding that she might as well deliver her gift now too, Ailsa went up to the couple too.

[color=slategray]”Here’s my gift,”[/color] she said, handing over a construction paper-wrapped box. [color=slategray]”I hope you like it. Feel free to open it whenever.”[/color]

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