(with the hug ignored on ichigo's end, he's quick to draw back. a bit embarrassed, the cute little poinsettia is immediately whisked to the kitchenette by jonas to be given a drink of water and to be sat in one of the prettier spots of the shack. the royal treatment.

popcorn string is fussed over, adjusting segments that might've slid into a tangle beneath the leaves.)

Oh, right, yeah. There's a pretty big latino community where I used to live, but we don't celebrate Mexican holidays. We do our own version, I guess... even though my family was more into church services about the birth of Christ than plays about it. (jonas wonders if he should learn spanish, then wonders if he could learn spanish. he never was any good at studying.)

... Can I get you a drink or something? I've got coffee and tea, I think. The coffee's the instant stuff, but... it gets the job done.