[ Berthier is holding a dripping pear in her hand, frowning slightly. ]

I do not understand the point of this 'celebration.'

[ Really. What is all this love and generosity bullshit? You just don't do that. ]

It's a ridiculous little farce. How many of you will be alone while others claim community with you?

[ She turns the pear round her hand thoughtfully for a moment before she adds, absentminded and nostalgic for space, ]

It might be a little more interesting from above the planet.

It is really Christmas soon? I didn't think it was because it's past Christmas where I came from. Does this mean I get two Christmases in a row? I'd think that was greedy, and it's very important not to take more than your share. If Rosie was here I would buy her another present all the same because she deserves it. Maybe Jocelyn and Mister Boots and Aunt Tilly as well, but what do grown ups even want on Christmas? My sister only ever wants us to have more food and I don't have any of that.

We never had presents anyway when I was little because there wasn't time. I'm okay with skipping this one.

[The camera flickers on to show Rose seated on a bench with a pear in her hand. She studies it for a second before staring into her device.]

So been an interesting couple of days, yeah? Sort of weirder than usual. Can anyone tell me if it was like that this last year?

[She bites into the pear.]

So let me get this straight.

A giant tree pops out of the ground.

There's a big fucking annoyed looking bird in it.

It grows a fuckload of pears.

And you idiots actually eat them.

[Pause]

Well, I guess it's no fucking different from buying the food at the supermarket here, right? Fuck knows where that comes from, too.

Also, I'm going to say this, because shit, it keeps coming up, but Nucky? I'm not Nucky. What the fuck kind of name is that, anyway? And this is coming from a guy who goes by Mr. Pink.