If you want to help, that'd be nice. [It's a testament to how much closer Jade feels to Oliver and Soeki, how much they're her family, that this year, she doesn't insist on doing all the work herself. She doesn't want to give up a holiday she could spend with them by cooking for them, as long as Oliver doesn't mind helping her out.]
The apple pie's a family recipe. You should know it.
Yeah, I know. Sorry I don't always let you help. I just... [She pauses for a minute, suddenly very interested in the marshmallows melting in her hot chocolate.] I feel like I owe you and Soeki so much. Cooking's something I could do to not be like, a weird burden.
[Jade ducks her head, embarrassed. By now it's clear to her how much Oliver and Soeki care about her, that they really mean it when they tell her she doesn't owe them anything, but that doesn't mean it's easy for her to accept.]
Maybe this'll be the last time. [Even as she says it, she's aware it probably won't be.]
[It doesn't take long for her to float over Oliver's gift. It's an... interesting shape, a slightly lumpy looking roll wrapped in traditional holiday paper and tied on both ends with bright red ribbon. It looks like a wrapped candy, if wrapped candy's were nearly 3 feet long.]
[Jade grins, watching as Oliver unwraps his present. Inside he'll find a hand-made front door mat, constructed from one of the carpet choices he loved, but Soeki and Jade had veto'd immediately. A non-slip backing has been added and a welcoming message painted on it in black (in her defense, it coordinates with everything) "Home Sweet Home", with each word carefully mimicking one of each of their handwriting (Soeki's, Jade's, and Oliver's).]
[She pauses, lowering her voice to almost a whisper.] Don't tell Soeki, but I actually don't hate it that much anymore? I stared at it for so many hours when I was painting, I almost like it now...
I take your side like all the time. [She definitely doesn't, but she's been trying to be better to not follow her initial instinct and immediately side with Soeki always.] I mean... I'm trying to. You don't think Soeki and I gang up on you, do you?
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The apple pie's a family recipe. You should know it.
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[He's touched that she's actually willing to though. Especially if the things she's cooking are family recipes.]
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[He sounds like he's teasing, but he means it. If Jade could start seeing herself the way everyone else did then he would be far happier.]
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Maybe this'll be the last time. [Even as she says it, she's aware it probably won't be.]
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[But he doubts it somehow.]
Do you want us to start on dessert prep soon? Most of the dinner stuff should be okay for a while.
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[His parents would probably disagree with that sentiment, but they aren't here.]
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[It doesn't take long for her to float over Oliver's gift. It's an... interesting shape, a slightly lumpy looking roll wrapped in traditional holiday paper and tied on both ends with bright red ribbon. It looks like a wrapped candy, if wrapped candy's were nearly 3 feet long.]
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What is this?
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[Jade grins, watching as Oliver unwraps his present. Inside he'll find a hand-made front door mat, constructed from one of the carpet choices he loved, but Soeki and Jade had veto'd immediately. A non-slip backing has been added and a welcoming message painted on it in black (in her defense, it coordinates with everything) "Home Sweet Home", with each word carefully mimicking one of each of their handwriting (Soeki's, Jade's, and Oliver's).]
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[He unwraps it at her insistence, grinning as he unfolds it and realizes what it is.]
You guys hated this one. Are you really going to let us use it?
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[He doesn't really think he would. Bear brain or not, he'll know Jade put work into making it.]
Thank you. I love it, even if you guys don't.
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No way. If you're on my side now Soeki has to know. I'm totally telling him.
[Soeki had railed so hard against some of his choices he's pretty much obligated to tell him even if she only almost likes it.]
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[He knocks the paper ball away before she can hit him again with it, laughing.]
It's okay to take my side sometimes.
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