How easily Basch could give voice to her thoughts only seemed to increase her blush. Elena hadn't meant to insinuate that she felt left out, or that she should be held to the same level of importance as his brother. Merely that in the painful absence of others, he had her to turn to; whether he needed a warm embrace or a swift smack. Whichever the situation called for. Though it seemed he was already aware without her having to say so, prompting a contended little smile.
Making a note of his designated 'favorite', she swiped it when he wasn't looking. It was added to the baby bootie he had thrown at her earlier, within the recesses of her bag. Elena hoped to surprise him with cactuar shaped sugar cookies later. Or perhaps more importantly, the leftover dough from said cookies. "Oranges?" she questioned, trying to make a correlation between the fruit and the holiday. "I guess that's no more unusual than our stocking stuffers. Things like packs of unsharpened pencils and Flintsones vitamins. All very practical, and most of them grabbed from the checkout line of the nearest drugstore." She laughed a little, eyes rolling at the memory. "I mentioned how thrifty my father is, right? Nobody would have loved Santa to be real more than him. It would have eliminated his need to go shopping or spend his own money."
Setting out a few more cooking utensils she planned to take, Elena tilted her head back and surveyed the room. There was so much packed in to the tiny space. Getting to it all in one day felt like an impossibility - but then, maybe he wouldn't want to. Elena thought it might be nice for Basch to be able to come here and sit in his father's chair, going through memories one box at a time. "Mother hated the cold, so every year she insisted on vacationing in Costa Del Sol. It's still kind of a thing, as we rarely keep in touch throughout the year. You could come some time!" Elena offered. Watching him prance around wet and shirtless would be a welcome distraction from bickering with her own sibling. "Just don't be too shocked if mother mistakes you for a cabana boy, orders you to get her a drink, and then tries to stuff a 20 gil tip down your pants. It's like her way of saying hello."