There was a sigh from her. Both for his missing his sister and her own understanding of what it would be like to wish for a life away from the world Ellie and Jack lived in and actually get it.
“I’m sure you miss her.”
The other part, breaking the curse, she’d tuck that away ~
Deserving or not, sometimes we're just stuck with what life deals us, aren't we?
"Lissa. what a pretty name."
While she didn't wish to pry, it was nice getting to know more about Jack.
"You don't know where she is?"
"What gave me away?", she teased with a grin. "Let's just say my formative years did little to reinforce that sort of thing."
Lifting her own beer, she proposed a toast.
"To surviving the holidays relatively unscathed."
She catches his shift in mood and gives his arm what she hopes is a comforting squeeze, along with a smile.
"At least you had that for a while. I'm sure it was lovely and clearly made an impression on you."
Her? Well, joy and cheer weren't quite her father's thing.
“Hard to find fault with a good Christmas biscuit, I suppose.”
The lights and the cheer, they really weren’t her thing. Honestly, she usually counted the days til it was over.
“Is your family big on Christmas?”
“Suits me just fine.”
Of course there was her one exception to the humbug rule.
“I did see The Nutcracker with a friend, though.”
Dance being her one respite from what she did most days. Dane was dragged along every year without fail.
She gestures to the bartender before sliding over to the empty barstool that separated them, ordering two more bottles of beer.
“Hmm. Fair to good. You?”
She falls into a comfortable pace alongside of him.
“Oh, you know. Avoiding holiday cheer at all costs.”
Ellie teases, but really the holidays were never her thing.