"Oh god, you and Anya would get along great," Jack snorted, not sure if he was more amused or more terrified of the idea.
"Not yet," he shook his head, raising the phone to get a few more shots, but making sure he didn't get any of the toys, mostly to preserve Pam's....Pamness. "Somebody's gotta be the house dad and make sure there's a record of all this." For when shit gets bad again, so we can remember that it's not always terrible, he added mentally. "I was kind of hoping we'd get more people down here early. Doesn't anybody know how to do Christmas?" He supposed without excited kids waking you up at dawn it was a different story, and he swallowed as memories of his last Christmas sparked. He cleared the tightness in his throat, tossing on another smile. "So, get any good shit yet? Other than...." He gestured vaguely to the sex toys with a floppy fish of a hand.