 Anashti l Brat Pack l Sally & Dr. Finklestein
And that small smile was clearly his success for the day. He grinned at his sister before doing a small victory spin. Every day his goal was to make his stone faced sister smile at leaaaast once, but the hope was more than.
He wasn't really all that interested in the mechanics of how a firework worked. Truthfully, he just liked to see them go boom in the sky and that was the extent of what his 9 year old brain retained about them. BUT he figured talking about how something worked and giving his sister's brain something to focus on other than her misery at being here, could potentially work in his favor. It was yet to be determined if he was right, but so far she hadn't asked to leave so... progress? "We could ask the shopkeeper if you want! But aren't we not supposed to talk to strangers?" Did that apply to employees?
Christmas breakfast was not that bad of an idea. And Drake's thoughtful nod indicated that he thought as much. "That sounds like a good plan to me! Do you know how to make anything? I know how to use the orange squeezer thing to make juice!" Fresh squeezed orange juice would be yummy right? "And uh... hard boiled eggs seem easy! Maybe waffles with the waffle maker?" That was just... pouring a liquid into the machine and waiting for a light to turn green right? Seemed simple enough. "I do like cookie decorating and movies too." So... why not all three suggestions?
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