Violent violet and bubblegum pink

"There will be nothing else going in there, thank you very much," she replies firmly. "Only things coming out. Out.</i."

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Bernard bites his lip and unhooks two stockings. "Here's Anthony's." He sets it beside Sunny, and then shakes the other stocking experimentally.

"Hmmm. Sounds like coal to me."

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"...Coal cwunchy?" Curiously.

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"NO. Not crunchy at all. Um. Squishy, even!" Laughing, 'Dora beckons Bernard to sit. "Come on, let's stop torturing her."

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"Oh, fine." He gets his own stocking and gives Sunny hers, finally.

Contained within is an obscene amount of crunchy candies and nuts, a wealth of sparkly stickers, a few satsumas to protect against scurvy, and several Wizarding Christmas crackers.

Anthony's stocking has loads of little baby toys: rattles, gumming rings, and a little, stuffed, squashy Piglet.

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Sunny's eyes glaze over.

...

Oh, you knew this was coming.

She goes CHOMP on one of the crackers.

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"Oh!" 'Dora scrambles, but it's too late -- the cracker pops in a shower of sparks, leaving a Very Festive Christmas Hat in its wake.

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...And the hat's in Sunny's teeth.

Bernard busts out laughing.

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She just blinks repeatedly, stunned.

"Ow?" she tries.

It didn't really hurt.

She just doesn't know how to react to that one.

(The hat has fallen to the floor.)

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Still laughing, Bernard leans over and kisses the crown of her head.

"You're okay."

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"Oh." She's still blinking.

"Want hat, Ber'd?"

Sunny can Share.

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And that is very good to see.

"Thank you," he replies solemnly, and sets it on his head.

It clashes.

Severally.

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"Lovely." 'Dora approves. "Ooooh, and we've got things, too, sweetheart."

And, indeed, their stockings are full of many good things: fancy bags of tea for 'Dora, and gourmet coffees for Bernard; satsumas and pistachios; ice mice and toothflossing stringmints and Drooble's Best Blowing Gum; a whole bag of buttered popcorn Bertie Bott's for 'Dora, and a bag of grass ones for Bernard. Also, their own crackers.

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Bernard's beaming by the time he gets to the bottom of his stocking.

He leans over and kisses his wife, whispering "Thanks" in her ear.

Got to keep up the Santa-ruse for the kid, of course.

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She beams back, pleased, and kisses his cheek before he pulls back.

Then she sticks out a cracker for him to pull.

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He grins and pulls it warily.

A floppy pink hat with a feather in it comes out. He sets it on her head jauntily.

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"Oooooohh. I like it," 'Dora says approvingly, tugging lightly on the feather. "I think it really sets off my jammies."

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"Pwetty!" Sunny admires.

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"Always," Bernard confirms with a smile, and holds his cracker out.

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'Dora gives it a tug, laughing already, and a rather lovely bouquet of Biting Geraniums bursts out.

Don't worry. They just nibble a little.

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Bernard hands them to Sunny.

About time she had a taste of her own medicine.

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