Re: Planning for the future.
"Okay, if you don't want me to go Clark Griswold over this hall... that's your loss." Jimmy informed Kitty with the cheekiest of smiles on his face. She complimented his appearance and Native gently whipped his hair back as acknowledgement. "I do it for the kids." He smirked and repeated her use of pine cones in a Sid the Sloth voice - mostly for Troy.
His expression slowly changed from self-impressed to something more tender when Kitty explained, then continued to explain. Normally, Warpath's eyes would have glazed over by now and he'd been thinking about lunch. Shadowcat's words actually sunk in and Jimmy made a mental note of all the little personal details Kitty had just shared. Weird.
"Bitchin'." Warpath commented when he pictured the Hogwarts floating candles, but fought an eye roll when Kitty said by request of the queen. Yes, Eva was queen but she'd also been his awkward, sometimes grubby sister. He'd have to check in on her royal highness later, make sure she was still Jenny from the Block.
"Oh, they're not really berries?" Jimmy teased, bright with the joy of all the trolls before him. "They're actually cooooones?" Warpath pointed to the Yule decorations and hollered toward a random Asgardian who just been passing by. "They aren't really berries, they're cones!" He informed the confused man who smiled politely and kept on his way. "I thought he should know." Jimmy smiled more sincerely toward Kitty and grabbed a box of what she'd been selling. "Just tell me where you want these berry cones." He assured her, "and I'll get them there."
Warpath moved away from Kitty only to get a better look at the hall and he started something strange... unprompted sharing. "My mom was completely into Christmas, she even had a nativity scene... if you could believe it." The Apache rarely spoke of his parents, especially with anyone not named Forge, Eva, or Troy. "But her parents had been converted by the Catholics that always bothered us with clothes and bibles. My dad didn't care, but his mother, my grandma... she loved the winter solstice and would make us do all kinds of crazy things." He smiled, but nearly shivered when he remembered all the time he and John spent outside in the frozen desert. "I think my dad just made us do both to keep the peace." He added, then picked up one of the branches. "Oh, they do look like berries," he admitted.