Re: Mission Uncomfortable: Secret Santa Edition
"Oh, I don't know. There's something to be said for dressing in fleece without apology," Cat said of moving holidays to warmer times of the year. She didn't mind the cold as a rule, but she'd never lived anywhere warm, and it could be that was to blame for her lack of desire for warmer climes. Oh, she loved the beach as much as the next gal, but her heart was with cold and smoggy nights.
She smiled at Abe when Sasha made the introductions, and she wasn't aware her sister hadn't seen Reece since Reece had aged down. They didn't talk about Reece much, and Cat had never asked. And, now? Now she was looking at the four cakes that were being set on the very modern table. "Designer cakes, however, are absolutely my thing. I was telling Helena about your superior taste in doughnuts, Sasha." She recovered her abandoned drink as she walked, and she smiled as Reece stammered his way through greetings, hand slipping to idly touch his forearm in what she hoped was a soothing and not startling manner. "I've never seen any version of a Grinch movie, so I'll take any guidance offered for my cake-eating contribution. Otherwise? We're going to go with 'everyone takes a bite when someone says Whoville,' since that's the breadth and depth of my knowledge."
Cat dropped herself onto the edge of the huge couch, and she kicked off those slippers Reece mentioned and tucked her bare feet up to the side. "I'll take a refill, Reece." She held her glass up for collection, and she smiled at her sister and Abe. "Well, how are things?" Cat was always nosy, and there was nothing for that, but her smile was warm and genuine; she was glad to see Sasha happy, and there was nothing faked about that. As for Abe? He was the one who was making Sasha happy, and so he was more than welcome.