Because Addison didn't hear her father come downstairs, she continued trying to untangle the lights through her tears. At some point, she might give up and use a charm on them, but she was still rather determined for the moment. She was only pulled from her task when she heard the tea kettle whistle, and once she heard her dad clear his throat, she glanced up at him with a watery smile.
"Thanks, dad," she whispered, dropping the lights on her lap and taking the steaming mug. As the steam wafted up, curling against her nose, and she breathed in that familiar scent, the tears kicked up a gear, and she shifted the mug so she could raise a hand to wipe at them. It had never been her favorite tea, but she knew it'd been mum's, and it was a double-edged sword having it now. "I miss her so damn much," she murmured in an anguished whisper.