“How did you do that?” Jack asked you incredulously, staring at the long chain draped over your legs. You were both sitting cross-legged in front of his home’s fireplace, sipping hot chocolate his mother had kindly made and flicking marshmallows at one another as you made paper chains.

At the shrug you gave him, Jack's frown deepened and he nudged your foot with his own. “No, seriously, how did you do that so fast? We only started like, ten minutes ago. Look at mine!” He lifted his own chain, it looking rather pathetic with only six loops (two of which were hanging off of the middle in an accidental link he swears was intentional).

You laughed, and at the sound of it Jack’s face turned scarlet, and he playfully punched your arm. “Stop laughing, Guest! Sorry that I’m not some- some- some world champion at making paper chains like you are.”