"Especially if it's Christmas groceries," Jenny agreed, swallowing a painful lump in her throat at the thought of it. Every year when they came home from school, their mother always let them go with her for the Christmas groceries the following Monday. She never went alone. They got to pick out a gingerbread house, and sugar cookie supplies, choose the turkey, pick out some stocking stuffers, and all sorts of other seasonal goodies. This year, Jenny was pretty sure she'd be lucky if their mom even let her have a cookie, let alone get out of bed to bake them. "That always takes her hours," she added softly, digging into the ice cream once Ella opened it, deciding to drown her sorrows in that instead.

"Overdrive is the understatement of the century. I'm not used to being treated like an invalid anymore.. she can't treat me like I'm glass forever," the blonde sighed, slumping down in the bed, letting her head fall onto Ella's shoulder. If she had noticed any hesitation in her sister, she wasn't showing it.