[ When Sid returns home, Hannah is curled up under a blanket on their couch, reading the first few chapters of a book she had gotten for Christmas and hadn't opened until earlier that day. Really, she's glad for the excuse to stop reading. Not that it was a terrible book, but she had found herself unable to focus throughout the day, her mind too pre-occupied with other things. Keeping mostly to herself could do that sometimes. ]
Oh good, I was hoping you would come bearing gifts. I'm starving.
[ The book ends up abandoned, the idea of both food and good company having been much more appealing. Hannah folds her arms, leaning against the doorframe and looking at Sid. ] Hey.