Misty Gray
Pessimisty
James Porter
James laughed at Syd's reply to him. "Of course I noticed, mate. It certainly seems to be doing the trick too. I've seen the way Skye looks at you," he knowingly told his son. "Sneaking out? Don't push it," James joked. Still, Syd would know by now there was some seriousness behind it. James looked over to the punch and rolled his eyes. "Punch, really? That all looks like a good waste of alcohol to me. Your mother and I never did like that fruity shite, so I already know it's disgusting." James then lowered his voice for his next words. "Try not to drink too much until after the job, yeah?" he suggested. It wasn't said quietly out of secrecy, but it was to be discrete so he didn't lower the festive tone for everyone present.
James then looked to Mallory and fondly smiled to her. "You're looking very smart, Mal," he told her. It always amazed him how much she looked like Lucy, despite being adopted. It also seemed like she had picked up on her mother's style too. This confirmed his earlier thoughts about his kids growing up and it really was only a matter of time before she would announce being in a relationship. "Go easy on the punch today, love... no matter what your Uncle Conor says. I don't want my kids spending Christmas Day throwing up!"
Pyroclast (Syd) neverbackdown (Mallory) ElectricDandellion (Mallory)