[ It makes sense, though he also figures it partly has to do with her craft. Though honestly, in Allen's life, being a penniless sort of pseudo-Victorian urchin... receiving new clothes of any kind, even just clean and mended ones, was practically an opulent luxury and would be a gift of the highest tier. So he gets it... A part of him just so desperately wants to see them have something that truly lets them have a childhood, perhaps. ]

Someone else had the idea of having the children make lists of the things they want. Maybe we could have them write letters like to Santa? [ pause

—deeper pause ]

Is there some sort of... tradition here for that?

[ He... he really wasn't sure whether to believe Maul or not... Santa Pthumerian... ]