“ as the eldest of the two of us, it’s my responsibility to inform you of the harsh truths of the world. as much as it sucks, there’s no such thing as santa; i hate the cookies last night because i was hungry. ”
“ i didn’t catch on fire, zara. ” eyes roll as jack scoffs, lips fighting the urge to twitch upward in a smile. maybe he did catch on fire a little bit, but that wasn’t exactly his fault, if he recalls correctly.
“ you should have hung your own stocking. that was entirely your fault. ”