"Well if it's tradition, don't you think we should stick with it? Unless you're sick of the old stuff. It really just needs to be a Christmas movie. Die Hard is technically a Christmas movie. You just have to pretend to not hear any of the bad words so that I'm not actively corrupting anyone." She smiles as she takes down a plate for the eventual cookies. "That's the beauty of being a child during the holidays. You pretty much run the show. All gown ups are at the mercy of your innocent wonder."

God, this is so much like home it hurts. It hurts in a wonderful way, the kind of pain that makes her remember that there's something good to hold on to. The kind of pain that forces her to remember that she's not a machine any more, that if there's something that can be hurt, there's something human.