About halfway through the evening, ruchu asked Tracy (who we were sitting by) (and who is awesome by the way) when/if/how it would be appropriate to give Misha the presents we’d brought. Tracy called down the table to ask him, and Misha responded with, “I was starting to wonder ‘WHERE ARE MY PRESENTS?’”
Sass aside, I think he was quite touched that we’d brought him presents. And apparently, he has been taught the proper way to receive gifts with the respect they deserve, which is to wear as many of them at once as possible. He then graciously posed for photos in all his splendour.
The only gift tragically NOT pictured here, because it is covered up by our majestic team jersey, is…well, remember that awesome thing undersally gave me for my birthday? No? Well, anyway, I asked her to make one to give to Misha, which is pinned to his shirt underneath. Apparently, it was “Inundate the Overlord With Fibrecrafts” Day.
And yes, ladies, gentlemen and others, that is, in fact, a horrendously blurry picture of Misha Collins stuffing a cross-stitch of his son into the front of his pants. That is a thing you have now seen. You’re welcome.
Reboobing because I insinuated the gift giving.
