[A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon let Sauce know he had nothing to dread.]

Really? Good. Ya looked cold.

[Out from the pack he pulled out the cloth,

As red as an apple, but smelling of broth.]

Ahh, I sorta might've dripped a little bit, of ramen on it when I stopped to eat... but it'll wash out.

[And handing it over, he searched yet again,

Pulling out a folded picture, handed it over with a grin.]

Merry Christmas, Sasuke.