[Once Heather's satisfied with the organization under the tree, she picks up the last package and follows Henry into the kitchen with it. It makes more sense to shove the set of dishware somewhere on the counter than leave it lying under the tree where some Pokemon could break it.]
[But she looks over at Henry with a quirked brow, distracted from putting it down.]
... Really?
... I don't think you've ever told me about your fols before.
[She's gotten so used to Henry just having... SHOWN UP. Like the Silent Hill stork dumped him into the Masons' laps.]
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[But she looks over at Henry with a quirked brow, distracted from putting it down.]
... Really?
... I don't think you've ever told me about your fols before.
[She's gotten so used to Henry just having... SHOWN UP. Like the Silent Hill stork dumped him into the Masons' laps.]