"You are off my Christmas card list. No fake fuzzy feelings of warmth and charity for you."
Jane deposits a pudding cup on Anakins lap and limp/hops onto the end of his bed. Her crutches were left by the door. Doctor McPeaches would find a lovely surprise of an empty bed in Jane's room when he came back, but whatever, he could deal.
She ripped the top off her snack pack and bent it, scooping out a heap of delicious chocolate snack and gave Anakin a pointed look.