“Oh, Becky just bought it. She’d never bake cake for me.” He laughed, but knew part of the reason was because he couldn’t have eaten it anyway. “Oh, hundred percent! To be fair, I was SO close every time!”

He grinned, raising his index finger at her playfully, “Only admitting now, are you? I /knew/ you weren’t undefeatable.”

“Of course, I knew. I’m your best friend.” Smiling at her, Simon swiftly found his way to his feet and decided to set up the console. “So, you’re accepting my smash brothers challenge?”

Simon blinked at the sudden sound. He had fully intended to spend Christmas alone. As he opened the door, however, his lips curled into a grin. “Red hair, short... My personal Christmas elf?”

He returned the hug with a grin. “You don’t need a hat to be legit; but Merry Christmas to you, too. You might be the only reason I’m even caring a little bit about it.”

“Not a Christian. But I’d never say no to spending time with my best friend.” He grinned, tightening his arms around her.

Simon shrugged. “Totally. But technically, you are now.” He took her hand and led her towards the living room. “Do you mind having a quiet one? I can cook you some dinner if you want, and then... we can build a blanket fort and read comics all night?”

“A present? Fray! That is mean—“ He blew air into his cheeks, frowning at her. “I’ll buy you a mountain of presents for a Fray-Lewis day. We don’t have one yet, but I will create one.”

Who would put that terrifying thing in their house—?

Breathes the first kiss of the new year against Jace Herondale. cheek.

“Nope. N o p e. Never.“

“Is there a reason you had to change the name for a day /I/ wanted to create.” He shook his head, but then shrugged with a grin, “Not rich enough for an actual mountain, but if you want to own one, I will make it possible.”

“Exactly. But /I/ called it the Fray-Lewis day.” He leaned forward to playfully flick her nose. A soft smile followed. “We can have one every month if you’d like. Your my best friend; every day is your day, really.”

“Of course I meant actual cooking. I haven’t forgotten how to cook your favourite dishes yet! Your Mum has engraved them into my soul.” He joined in on her laugh, gently pushing her.

“Oh, you’re not the worst out there.” He grinned, fingers itching to ruffle through her hair. He leaned against the counter instead, trying to look smug. “So, Miss Fray? I’m your undead chef tonight. What can I serve you tonight?”

“We both know someone who is worse.” He laughed, then turned on his heels to have a look in the cupboards. His sister had just been visiting for a few days, so he had leftover ingredients in the house — luckily.

D e a d. Quite literally. Still (not) biting, though. He misses her too. So much.

“Yeah. That was an attempt to joke. Why didn’t you laugh?” He asked, awkwardly scratching the back of his head. “Me? Oh. Uhm... in my bedroom?”

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He misses her, too. They should go and grab some coffee very soon!