Tatum laughed a little, jokingly rolling her eyes at her girlfriend. She knew just as well as Frankie did how well either of them would be at that. "Because those doilys would be presentable," she replied. During a fleeting interest in cosplaying during freshman year, both her step-mom and Sera had tried to show her how to sew. She was sure there were still needle marks on her hands from stabbing herself accidentally about a thousand times.

"You'd think so, right? But I think that you ruined me," Tatum responded, glancing at the brunette. "Now I actually think about other things besides getting high and level grinding for hours at a time, so it seems kinda.. I dunno, lonely, I guess? It's Christmas, and it'll be fun, but it's not the kind of thing you should be alone for. When I was a kid, Christmas was always great, and now it's like.. just different."

She trailed off again, biting at her lower lip gently. "I'll be glad to see snow, and sit by the woodstove. It's probably freezing in Maine by now."