Eliana sat comfortably on the living room couch, her oversized gray hoodie swallowing her hands while her curly hair fell messily around her face. She glanced over at Noah with a small, playful smile before looking toward her sisters. “Bro, I’m actually not moving from this couch for the rest of the day.” She pulled her Christmas pajama pants up over her knees, reaching for a blanket. “Like, somebody better bring me snacks because I’m not getting up.”