New York. Claire's penthouse. Christmas day.

[sendpeanutbtr]

Claire sets Seth down in his playpen and he immediately goes to work gnawing on a little terry cloth train he'd gotten in his stocking. She smiles at him and then straightens, surveying the damage.

Wrapping paper and ribbon are, in fact, everywhere, and she and Sawyer haven't even opened their gifts yet. She crosses back to the couch and collapses

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[confidence_man]

Wearing a certain pink hat (and still pouting a little that Claire made him wear it), Sawyer squeezes her waist slightly and nods. "Coulda saved the money and just wrapped up some empty boxes. He wouldn't have known no better."

[sendpeanutbtr]

She'll make it up to him later. Although he may still have to wear the hat while she does.

"Where's the fun in that?" she tilts her head to look at him. Nope. Not smirking at all.

[confidence_man]

He points to Seth chewing on his toy. "The kid thought it was plenty fun."

Sawyer eyes the smirk. "I'm gettin' you both back. You and Aeryn. Just you wait."

[sendpeanutbtr]

"I'm soooo scared."