#lunaxscriptis

As much as Ember hated Christmas time, she was cheery for the sake of their daughter who was clinging to her hand like she would float away into the snow spattered sky. Crouching down, she scooped the child up and rested her on her hip with her coffee in her free hand. The cold had the same effect as too much sun, and Ember was getting slightly tired and a yawn took over before she felt small hands over her mouth. "Wes has lots to do, momma. No tired yet. Have to get daddy's present." A small chuckle and Ember nodded, "That we do, baby girl. But I need to figure out what daddy wants first." What does someone get a genie for Christmas? It wasn't as if she could get him a new lamp or anything. Usually she was good at this type of thing despite despising the holiday. "Daddy said he wants a day without... without" Their daughter was thinking hard about the word, "sassing?" A confused look furrowed her features. "What's that mean, momma?" "Means daddy's sleeping in the lamp again." She murmured with a smirk and a shake of her head as they climbed the stairs to their shared apartment. Once she set the girl down, she all but bolted to the front door and flung it open with the small bag in her hand. "Daddy! Momma says you hafta sleep in the lamp again!" Her voice rang out.

Sitting on the floor of her apartment, Ember stared at the small indiscreet oil lamp in front of her. She gathered her legs up so she sat indian style. Her head canted some as she tried to figure out how it worked. But sometimes things just don't make as much sense as they should. Teeth pulled at the small hoop through her lower lip in contemplation. "And everything you have fits in there?" She finally asked and looked up at Gene, pure awe and amazement littered across her face. However, the next words out of her mouth weren't something she expected to say. "You realize that I'm hesitating on my wishes because I don't want you to go, right?" They'd had their... Moments, like many people of like minds did, but she didn't seem to mind that much -- minus the one time he pissed her off and she threatened to wish him away. That was the worst mistake ever. "Couldn't I like... Wish to free you or something and you coul stick around?" She asked and then realized what she was saying and covered it up with a blush. "I mean if you wanted to, that is."

ooc: OMG. Can it be just like them trying to be sneaky for some reason but failing miserably? Sneak a peak at one of Death's books or something?

Magic is still new to Kennis, but of course, Morgan is an old hand at it. The Leathhart would like to think she's helping but really she's mostly getting in the way. Still, she watches with interest, eager and willing to learn. Perhaps next time, if there is a next time, she can actually be of some use.

Upon seeing the woman look so depressed, standing there waiting for her coffee, Leo wrapped his arms around her for a moment before pulling away. He gave her a warm smile and walked off, hoping she did not think it was weird.