Somehow knowing what Adam was thinking, simply because he thought it all the time, she rolled her eyes at him and frowned. "I am not an alien, how many times do I have to tell you?"
"We do. However, what we do on said holidays have a meaning and stand for something important. They are not stringing popped corn. Or hanging socks on a fire place." Sighig softly, she had grown to pushing thoughts of her home and family to the back of her mind, but there were times she needed to talk about them. Memories would come uncalled for and remind her of what once was.
Adam was now the one constant she could count on, and Danica knew it wasn't too bad he was human. The fact that he's survived everything they had been through and more only proved Adam was different. Stringing her popcorn in silent contemplation, she stayed against him, mowing her presence would keep the room pleasantly warm.