honey jam + open
"Everything! You haven't seen this film before, right? Right! Good!" Given the amount of energy Jamila was brimming with at that evening, she could possibly power an entire detached house for the night if she just knew how to do it. But she grabbed Hansel's hand guided him excitedly around the lounge, easily ducking and dodging whatever contraption came their way, her genes empowered by the some hyper mood.
The end of the trip was the couch, of course, which she claimed with a, "Mine!!" before she hopped over the back of it and plopped down expertly on her previous spot. She patted the space to her left, beaming at her designated co-pilot. "Sit here! You'll enjoy this. You love movies, right?" Even if Hansel didn't, for that night, Jamila was going to assume that he did.