a/n: bleh, don't like this one at all. It took me ages to write as well, because I just cannot write Rose and Hugo very well for some reason.
27.7.11
christmas eve
rose & hugo
traditions, hyperactive & daring
"Why is Mum baking?" asks Hugo, hanging a shining bauble on the Christmas tree. "You'd think she'd have realised everyone hates her Christmas puddings."
Rose shrugs, a bit of silver tinsel around her shoulders. "Tradition, isn't it? Mum cooks something awful on special occasions and we have to pretend to like it." She grins. "It's worth it for Dad's reactions though."
Her brother laughs, pulling the face their father makes when he tastes his wife's cakes. "It doesn't seem like it's Christmas eve, does it?"
She shakes her head. "You used to be so hyperactive on Christmas eve, we'd be peeling you off the walls."
Hugo sticks his tongue out. "Whatever. I was younger."
"You were immature," says Rose daringly, grinning.
"I'm telling Mum! You're going to get extra pudding for that!"