America | Kate :: Gifts
She pretended to look shocked when America challenged her on her patience. "Moi?" She placed a hand over her heart, a small pout forming on her lips. But really, as always, America was right. Kate didn't have the best patience; she was always a go and get 'em kinda girl, not a wait around for something else to happen. And that wasn't necessarily bad, right? At least not all the time. "Alright, alright, so maybe I'm a little, itty bitty, teeny tiny, bit impatient." She snuggled against America just as she reached for the bag. "But it's just another trait for you to love, right?"
Kate tried to peek into the bag as she pulled out the jar and looked at it, turning it over in her hands as she listened to what it did. Aw. America. She turned to look at her friend and glomped her, throwing both arms around her in a tackle hug that flopped them back on the bed. "You're the best," she said, her voice a bit muffled as it was buried in her shoulder. Before she had even talked about the frozen peas, Kate knew that's exactly what she had on her mind when she picked it out for her. Because America was the best and somehow, always thought of her, even when they weren't together.
"You're the best, you know that?" Kate felt like she told America that on a fairly regular basis, but this time around, she really wanted her to know. "This is going to be awesome!" Which it would! The lack of frozen peas was definitely upsetting, but then again, it wasn't like she was falling out of a lot of windows or fighting bad guys on the regular. So it wasn't that bad, but it had become such a staple in her life, it was almost like a security blanket.
"T'Pala paste," she repeated, looking at the jar still in her hand. "I've never heard of it." She glanced at America. "Door world?"