[She's distracted for maybe a ninth of a minute, hips wriggling to knock his fingers off. She doesn't stop him, though, because even with her stomach being ticklish it's a terrible affectionate gesture that she secretly likes. She does scowl at him with her eyes while her mouth tries very hard to frown and not smile. ]
Could always sell it. Or hold onto it all and pass them off at Christmas.
[Or whatever it was they called Christmas here.
The way Freddie cares about people is odd but it's not subtle, either. Jem doesn't think to push the issue. The scowl drops in favour of a look probably best kept away from Freddie altogether or at the very least, never shown this up close. Cautious, worried, empathetic; she drapes an arm over his middle and sets her chin down on his chest. ]
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Could always sell it. Or hold onto it all and pass them off at Christmas.
[Or whatever it was they called Christmas here.
The way Freddie cares about people is odd but it's not subtle, either. Jem doesn't think to push the issue. The scowl drops in favour of a look probably best kept away from Freddie altogether or at the very least, never shown this up close. Cautious, worried, empathetic; she drapes an arm over his middle and sets her chin down on his chest. ]
You're not fucked off about his stuff.