Elias, with a cheerful grin, heaped a slice of turkey and a selection of sides onto Tilly's plate. "Elias, this is way too much," Tilly protested, her eyes widening at the mound of food.
"Just enjoy it; it's all part of the holiday spirit," Elias said with a chuckle.
"Do I look like I'm lacking holiday spirit?" Tilly quipped, eyeing him with amusement.
Elias glanced at her, then quickly shifted his gaze, a playful smirk on his face. It was a moment of light-hearted teasing, emblematic of their comfortable and teasing rapport.
Tilly, catching the direction of Elias's brief glance, flushed a deep red. "Jerk," she whispered, giving Elias a light kick under the table.
Elias caught her hand, leaning in to whisper, "If we were to make a Christmas wish, what would it be?"
"What's a wish going to do?" Tilly retorted, still a bit flustered yet intrigued by the sudden shift to a more whimsical conversation.
