Characters of a Minor Sort (jesschars) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-12-22 14:42:00 |
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When You Think About It...The Christmas Legend IS Kinda Creepy
Who: Frank and Remmie
Where: Frank and Remmie's Home
When: Christmas Eve
Frank had tried to explain to Remmie just what Christmas was, and even showed her a few movies because she seemed to enjoy watching television so much. He still worried a little that she didn't completely understand it. Luckily, he kept a fake tree so, other than an explanation, he didn't have to worry about explaining why he killed a tree. (While Remmie is a water creature, he still wasn't sure if she would like him killing a plant to just throw it away in a month.) They had decorated it and the rest of the house together, and now it was Christmas Eve, which was when they had to do gift giving because his hospital decided to be completely Grinch-like and keep him on call Christmas Day, which meant he would more than likely get called in at some point. He had finished cooking up some vegetarian dishes for them to eat and now was waiting for her to come downstairs.
Remmie had been up in her room for the past hour wrapping, or at least trying to wrap the couple of gifts she gotten for her guardian. On one of their last shopping trips, Frank had given Remmie some money and let the girl go wandering off alone to buy some Christmas gifts. From the movies Frank had her watch, Remmie at least now knew that the trading of presents was something that was done at this time of the year. The girl still didn't understand the whole Christmas tradition thing, like why humans brought trees into their houses and decorated them. Couldn't they be left outside where they grew and be decorated there just as easily? And the hanging of stockings on the fireplace was something she didn't think she liked because the mergirl had heard that one jolly man dressed in a red suit decided who was naughty and who was nice, and was known for leaving coal in the stockings of people he considered to be not so nice.
Remmie soon emerged from her room to prance downstairs with presents that were no where near wrapped as neatly and professionally as the ones Frank had put under the decorated tree in the living room.
"Frank, do we have to leave cookies and milk out for the jolly old man in the red suit?" The teen asked wandering into the kitchen after placing her loosely wrapped presents in the tree. That was another tradition she had heard about and was not quite understanding.
Frank had tried explaining that the only trees that grew in LA were palm trees, and he frankly wasn't sure if they were even native or not, plus they would be a pain to try and decorate...although he actually sort of understood the concept of not liking killing a living tree just to decorate its corpse in his living room. Thus, the fake tree.
Remmie also seemed to be somewhat frightened of the idea of Santa Claus. If you thought too hard on it, Santa Claus *was* sort of creepy. And he didn't want to say that Santa Claus was just a myth. For all he knew, Santa actually was real. This new world of supernatural left open any sort of thing to be real, didn't it? "I picked up cookies and milk this afternoon, Remmie," he said to her when she asked. His presents for her were already underneath the tree as well.
Plopping her petite little frame down on one of the chairs at the kitchen, Remmie crossed her arms on the table top and rested her chin on them to ask as she looked to her guardian. "What if he decides I was naughty?" It was true that the whole aspect of Santa Claus frightened her and she feared the jolly man would leave only coal for her to find come Christmas morning.
He set the plates for them on the counter and looked at her for a second. "I can promise you that you won't find only coal in your stocking on Christmas," he told her. He did plan to fill her stocking when he woke up in the morning before she came down, or possibly tonight after she went to bed.
"Your food smells good." Remmie smiled as she inhaled the delicious aromas that swirled within the kitchen from the food that Frank had prepared for them. Talking Christmas wasn't necessarily a pleasant thing for the mergirl and she was happy to be off the subject.
The only child in LA that was probably afraid of Christmas, and he lived with her. His life had certainly gotten interesting, hadn't it? "Thank you," he said to her with a smile. He had cooked it with her dietary preferences in mind.
"What do you want to drink?" The teen removed herself from the table to collect the plates Frank set on the counter and place them on the table.
"Just get me a bottle of water," he said to her. Ever since she had come here, he'd had to stock up heavily on bottled water. He realized at some pointed that she got dehydrated a lot quicker than normal humans.
She grabbed two bottles from among the many that were in the refrigerator and set one by each of the plates on the table. It was because she found that being on land dehydrated her more quickly then the normal human that Remmie took to carrying at least one bottle of water with her at all times when she was away from the beach house, and she was thankful Frank didn't seem to mind keeping the fridge stock with the liquid in bottle form.
Frank wasn't sure why he would mind, but he was happy to do it just the same. He tended to just drink water over much other stuff (other than coffee) anyway. He did have to live off of coffee. He gave her a smile when she set out the water bottles for them. "Help yourself," he said, gesturing toward the food.
Remmie needed no encouraging to grab her plate and pile it with the food Frank had cooked for them that Christmas Eve. In the petite blonde's opinion the man was close to a master chef, always cooking up something delicious that tended more often then not to be vegetarian ever since Remmie found herself living with the man. "It all smells good." Remmie said with a smile settling herself back down at the table with a full plate, which she didn't hesitate digging into.
Frank tended to get his cravings for meat out when he was eating out at the hospital now (LAGH actually had decent food as well), so he didn't mind cooking vegetarian for Remmie at home. He knew that, other than a little bit of seafood now and then, she didn't like meat. If he realized she thought of him as a master chef, he'd have to contradict, even if he did like cooking shows. He started to help himself to food after she was done. "I'm glad it does," he said to her. "I wouldn't want your first Christmas feast to have bad food at it."
"This is a traditional Christmas feast." Remmie asked with a slight quirk of her brow as she looked over to the man. She had thought she heard differently and that meat was a major part in a traditional Christmas meal.
"Well, maybe it will be for us, and we're the ones that are important, right?" he asked her playfully. "People eat different things for Christmas all around the world."
"I like this version." The teen smiled happily before continuing with the consumption of her meal. If this meal became their traditional Christmas dinner, Remmie would be quite content with it. And there'd actually be something she liked about the holiday instead of fearing it all.
"Then we'll stuck with this version," he said to her with a smile and then took a few more bites of his food. He was certainly enjoying this new traction between the two of them.
Remmie smiled happily over to Frank hearing that. "You're the best, Frank." The girl continued smiling as she dove into her meal once more with the occasional drink taken of her water.