 Anashti l Brat Pack l Sally & Dr. Finklestein
Drake glanced over at his sister, entirely unsurprised to see the expression she currently sported, although he supposed he was a little bit shocked there hadn't been an accompanying eyeroll. Reaching out with his index figure, he gently poked her nose. "Boop." She was very good at it, but he was also good at not being phased by it.
He would enjoy every moment inside the joke shop, because he knew what was waiting for him next - hours of booooooredom until Mom was ready to go, especially if she picked the bookstore for their next location. Books themselves were so boring, unless it was one of those that read itself to you so one could still be busy. Sometimes picture books were good too, but not like the ones for BABY'S (maybe some times those) but the ones with actual photography about interesting subjects.
"You don't think with magical ones it's not just... light it on fire once and then it paces itself on it's own?" He asked quizzically, stepping closer with his hands still buried deep in his pockets to look at the words on the packaging. "If not, we should develop that later. There must be a way to make it work with magic, and imagine how more enjoyable it would be for everyone if no one was stuck with having to figure out the... pacing or something of the booms!" A simple, quiet Christmas sounded endlessly boring to him, but if that's what everyone else wanted he would simply grin and enjoy it. Though that didn't stop the disappointment from flickering across his face. "Oh. Well, what do you think we should do for Mum?"
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