Kate Gregson (
vanillajello) wrote2012-06-03 08:05 pm
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Overland Park, KS, Christmas Day 2011, Sunday FT
It was Christmas Day, fucking finally. It even felt like it: there had been some pretty impressive snowfall earlier in the week, so it was a seriously white Christmas, and Kate had really done her best to get the house looking Christmassy (and less creepily than when Grandma Sandy had been around some months before). The living room looked postcard perfect, with the tree in the corner and other decorations all around.
There'd been some Skypeing with Boston, earlier, and even the parentals had been pretty impressed with how things looked, when Kate had insisted on carrying her laptop around for a webcam tour. They were alone again now, though. Moosh was in the kitchen, putting finishing touches on what he had deemed gift-giving snacks, while Kate, in her adorable/ridiculous bear dress, was sitting cross-legged on the living room floor, a camera in her hands. Because a lot of these things just called for being immortalized as pixels.
She looked pretty happy. And sort of bouncy, even though she was sitting down.
"Sorry if I'm all hyper or whatever. I kinda always eat too much sugar over the holidays."
[ooc: NFB. For thems that are here!]
There'd been some Skypeing with Boston, earlier, and even the parentals had been pretty impressed with how things looked, when Kate had insisted on carrying her laptop around for a webcam tour. They were alone again now, though. Moosh was in the kitchen, putting finishing touches on what he had deemed gift-giving snacks, while Kate, in her adorable/ridiculous bear dress, was sitting cross-legged on the living room floor, a camera in her hands. Because a lot of these things just called for being immortalized as pixels.
She looked pretty happy. And sort of bouncy, even though she was sitting down.
"Sorry if I'm all hyper or whatever. I kinda always eat too much sugar over the holidays."
[ooc: NFB. For thems that are here!]
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"Might I just say," Marshall interjected, "that I'm actually glad people are giving me cooking stuff instead of weapons or miniature versions thereof?"
"That's 'cause we're the troops and you're the catering, bro," Kate replied, flashing her brother a little smile as well. "So are you gonna make us cupcakes today?"
Marshall looked down at his new mini cupcake factory. "... So is this why you were obsessing about whether cupcakes were Christmas appropriate, yesterday?" he wondered. "Because I thought maybe you were having a random craving. And that you were maybe going to announce you're pregnant or something."
Kate wasn't even going to dignify that with an answer outside of a snort and a shake of her head. Instead, she picked up the last two small presents, and offered them to Luke. "And these are for the brat. The bigger one is the one he'll hate for sure. The smaller is one that I actually like, and he maybe might too if not for the fact that I'm not his mom."
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He was teasing her, of course. "I'm sure he'll like this gifts."
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No he could imagine why. Antagonizing people was fun.
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"Really?" Marshall deadpanned, galncing up from the book he'd been leafing through. "I'm sure you've been nothing but charming."
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Wait.
"Never mind that, you will never lose your appetite, girlfriend."
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Kate wrinkled her nose at him. "Hey, I'm totally not that easily influenced."
He just shook his head. "No, but you always eat too much sugar over the holidays. And that says something about you."
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And hey, overindulging in foodstuffs was totally in the holiday spirit.
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