Holly came up to his little brother, ruffling his hair. "Stop reading, Tiny. It's Christmas, you don't have to bury your nose is books all times of the year..!"
At Tommy's remark, he gave a snort. "So? Is that a bad thing? It might just mean I'm drawn to your cooking, and that should be a good thing, yeah?" Coming to stand with one foot in the kitchen and one outside it, Holly glanced over to where Tommy stood. "What are you making?"