Ricardo leans over, staring at the computer screen with a small smile on his face. "What are you doing?"
Alicia analyzes the screen closely, hand on her chin. "What does it look like I'm doing?" she teases him.
"Buying outrageously bright Christmas dresses for the twins," Ricardo says with a chuckle, shaking his head. "Is that right?"
"It is," Alicia says, beaming. She scrolls over the page and then looks up at him. "I could pick one dress and you could pick the other," she suggests.
Ricardo casts a suspicious glance at her. "You won't be mad if the dresses don't match?"
Alicia frowns, staring at the screen. "Did I say that?"
He chuckles. "Well, we could just try picking one and hope for the best?"
She mulls this over. "Alright," she concedes. "I'm trusting you with this," she informs him as she hands over the laptop. "Act like you're trying to help your mother dress your little sister again."
"What, I have to pretend go back 30 years just to pick something nice for them? I don't think I need all of that." He chuckles and scrolls through the listings, humming. He picks his- a soft green dress with candy canes laced throughout it.
Alicia's selected dress ends up being a white dress with soft green spots throughout. They exchange glances. "Well," she muses. "There are worst options. What do you honestly think?"
"I honestly think they'll be adorable no matter what we dress them in," he says. "So are we both good with these?"
"Yeah," Alicia says. "I'm good with it."
He smiles at her. "Then this is what the girls will wear for Christmas."
"Yay," Alicia says, smiling back. "Now... we just have to find something cute that Andre will wear."
Ricardo blanches, thinking about the very particular way their son's become about the clothes he's wearing. "Ah. Yes, of course."
Now that will be a problem.