JustHyperfixating

You were visiting Lily again, but this time Yumi answered the door.

You knew the basics about Yumi's situation. She was a psychic, her nightmares were prophecies, and she had a doll named Paris that was sentient. She lived with her two adoptive mothers, and Lily babysat for them while they worked.

"Hi, Yumi. How are you today?"

She let you in, "I'm alright. I didn't dream last night, so Paris is here."

"That's nice. Are you enjoying your time together?" You set your stuff down next to the door.

Yumi smiled, "Yep! Earlier, I was teaching him how to knit. He still drops stitches here and there, but he's getting the hang of it."

"That sounds so fun! And how's Lily?"

Yumi grinned mischievously, "Lily is making Paris try on comfortable clothes."

You paused, "And what does that entail?"

Lily popped into the room, "Sourcing clothes from some old dolls of mine and -" She ducked as a pillow flew over her head and into the wall beside her, "hiding his suit when he isn't looking."

"I would quite like to have my suit back before it gets wrinkled," Paris entered the room after Lily and turned to you, "Hello, so lovely to see you today."

Paris was wearing a black cable knit sweater and some gray sweatpants. His red socks were the only thing that wasn't pilfered, it seemed, as he was wearing them.

"Well, that outfit certainly looks more comfortable that your suit. Does it feel more comfortable?"

Paris crossed his arms, "It's. Complicated. I don't mind the feel the cloth, and it is much a much looser fit than my suit."

"So it's comfy?" Lily grinned.

"Lily, if I say this outfit is comfortable, will you give me my suit back?"

You interrupted them, "Look, Paris, I'm genuinely asking, are you more comfortable in that outfit? You don't have to be more comfortable in it. It's alright if you'd prefer your suit."

He paused, "I. Um. I prefer my suit, I think."

"Alright, Lily, could you please give him his suit back." You felt like you were scolding a child.

Lily crossed her arms, "I dunno. I think I may have forgotten where it is."

"If I need to help Paris find it, then I won't be able to give you or Yumi any of the sweets I brought until its found."

"Ok, I'll go get it!" And Lily scrambled off.

Paris walked after her silently.

You went through your bag to uphold your end of the bargain, pulling out Circus Animals, cookies, and some flan pudding.

You also pulled out a box of hot hands. When you saw them, you thought of Paris. He seemed to get cold rather easily.

Once every one was comfortable in the living room, you made the sweets available. Lily immediately grabbed one of the puddings while Yumi opened one of the bags of circus animals.

You turned to look at Paris, who was just watching the girls enjoy their sweets, "Paris, do you feel cold often?"

"Hmm? Oh, its complicated. To put it simply, I am effected by the temperature, but I am a toy," He smiled to himself, "It doesn't effect me like it does you humans."

"I've seen you wear scarves before, though. Does the cold make you uncomfortable?"

"Yes, but it won't kill me," Paris narrowed his eyes at you, "Why are you asking me about this anyway?"

You put the box of hot hands on the table, "Do you know what these are?"

He sighed, "No, what are they?"

"These are Hot Hands. They're air activated heat pads."

Paris looked confused.

"Hold on, I'll get one out for you to figure out," You opened the box and took out a packet. Then you opened one of the compartments of the packet and tossed the Hot Hand in Paris's direction, "They can get pretty warm."

Paris looked up, eyes wide.

"Not warm enough to melt anything. It just might get uncomfortable."

"Oh, okay. So, there's no bad chemicals in these? They're safe?"

You. You almost forgot. He was around 80, wasn't he.

"It's safe. You won't kill anyone by having it out. Just don't open that little bag, and it is safe."

Lily snickered at Paris, and he glared back at her.

Yumi watched as they started to bicker before turning to you, "Can I have a hot hands?"

"Of course, here," You opened the other compartment, and gave her the little heat pad.

She smiled, "Thank you!"

While Paris and Lily continued to bicker about the safety of modern things, you started to consider making a cup of tea for everyone. Paris wouldn't be able to drink it, but you felt he might appreciate the heat and maybe the aroma. Was he able to smell? Oh well, you can ask him later.

You got up and went to the kitchen to make tea. Lily had gotten Paris started on how dangerous things from his time were, so you reckoned they wouldn't notice you making tea.

Yumi liked her green tea mildly sweet, and Lily always wanted more honey in her black tea. Paris never asked for tea, but maybe he'd enjoy some lavender tea? It is supposed to be relaxing. And doesn't it have a stronger aroma?

Lavender tea it is then.

After you made everyone else's tea, you made your own and returned to the living room with the mugs of tea.

Lily and Paris were still going on about how the times have changed while you put the tea down in front of their respective people.

Yumi looked up, "Thank you." She looked back over to Paris and interrupted his spiel about killer chemistry sets (that Ivan didn't even make) by giving him the mug you put in front of him, "Your tea is ready."

Paris did a double take, "I don't- I can't drink tea, why did someone make me tea?"

"I made it for you," You shrugged, " I don't know how much you'll enjoy it, but I thought you might like a cup of tea."

He frowned, "But I'm just a toy. I can't enjoy tea; I can't drink it," Paris looked down at his mug, "You just wasted a tea bag on me."

You chuckled, "Well, I think you feeling included is worth more than a tea bag. Don't worry about drinking it, me or Lily can drink it later."

His mouth clicked shut and he remained silent as he cradled the warm mug in his hands.

Lily shook her head and turned to you, "I was learning about so many things. Apparently old refrigerators could blow up."

"Oh good heavens. I'm so glad I wasn't alive for that."

She nodded, "Ditto. Anyways, where did you get these puddings, they're really good!"

"You know that green and white pharmacy on the corner? They have all sorts of stuff."

The conversation continued while Paris looked into his mug of tea. His mug of tea. That you made. For him. Even though you knew he couldn't drink it. You said he was worth it. But was he? Paris couldn't taste the tea. It smelled wonderful though. And it was quite warm.

This was nice. You were nice. Maybe. Maybe he would make himself tea in the future.