[The little elves look up at Duster with confusion. Money? That's the stuff that kids nowadays sometimes ask for for Christmas, but Santa Claus just snorts and gives them trumpets and toy trains instead. That's not how the system works.]

So...you're lookin' for a job?

But you don't got a hat. Can't be one of Santa's elves without a hat.

We don't need tall folk comin' in takin' our jobs. You need a jacket, we make the jackets 'round here.

[Aoi smirks as the elves work themselves up more and more. It's apparent they take a lot of pride in their work, and they're probably used to giving it away. They don't fear thieves; they fear competition.]

Your guy's prob'ly not used to makin' anything big enough for me, I bet. And I'm picky about styles. Prob'ly better if I do it myself.

[He winks at Duster.] And don't even bother givin' this guy any cookies. He's notoriously picky with sweets. Nothin' but the best, or he won't even look at it.