How Green Becomes Wood

On the couch, Dark and Daizi were sitting next to each other underneath the same blanket. In theory. In practice, Dark was leaning as far away from his wife as possible without getting up while Daizi was laying on her back, her attempts to pout being routinely broken by her crooked grin.

"Just go put on socks!" Dark complained, "Tell your mother to go put on socks!"

"No, I don't need to!" She whined and whatever she did caused Dark to squirm away from her the way someone terrified of bees moves away from a wasp.
 
"You can at least try!" Dark grumbled while Daizi, still lying down, lifted up her foot and tried to touch it against her husband's face, which he prevented, "If your feet are cold, Spider, put on socks!"

"But you're so warm," She giggled, "I don't have to!"
 
"Mama, would like for me to go get you some socks?" Alec asked, trying not to laugh. "I don't think Ba wants to be a foot warmer."

"I could turn up the heat and get all of us roasting hot," Xander suggested.
 
"He's not moving because it doesn't actually bother him, he just doesn't want me to be happy." Daizi groaned.

"Forgive me for not wanting you to stick you feet underneath my shirt."

"It'll only be cold for a second!"
 
"Oh, it was fantastic fun!" Alec grinned. "The teacher person you stabbed was still there, so I guess they weren't too scarred! And we both made really cool things, and we're going to glaze them when it's time!"

"Yeah, it wasn't too bad," Xander agreed with a nod. "Kind of therapeutic. I'm tempted to pick it up as a hobby, but it's kind of messy, and where'd I put it?"

"Hobbies take up so much space," Alec agreed with a sigh. Then he brightened. "Oh! And Claire was there. Do you remember Claire?"
 
"We do not have the space for a kiln, but you can theoretically go to the pottery studio," Dark suggested but Daizi dropped her head back.

"They're already so busy, if he has another interest he needs to leave the house for, he'll never be around," She pouted, and then answered Alec's question, "I don't think I know her, no. But I am so glad to know my victim has not had their life ruined by me."

Dark thought back, trying to recall if he knew Claire, "I might remember her. Is she fairly short?"
 
"I'm glad to know you miss me," Xander said a bit dryly, but with a hint of a smile.

"Kind of, yes," Alec said. "And she has pretty, long hair, and she came with Sloan and her friend trick-or-treating."
 
"Then I guess I'll have to take you to make pottery next," Xander said lightly, but not insincerely. He would if she wanted to go.

"No! She was helping to teach it!" Alec told him. "She was really good, too. She helped me get a handle on my pitcher."

"She was pretty good," Xander agreed. "Helped us see the difference between glaze and paint, too."
 
"I'd like that," Daizi told him, "Although we'll have to make sure I don't stab someone again."

Dark seemed mildly impressed, "She must be very good if she is already allowed to teach a class at your age. I hope you did not stab her for her effort."
 
"Nope! No stabbing occured," Alec assured him. "Xander did threaten violence against her, though."

"Technically, she suggested it first," Xander informed them. "I merely pointed out probable outcomes."
 
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