"Daddy draws on people." Finny said, "And Auntie works on morals." Ada finished. Both beamed with happiness; they loved to talk about what their dad and aunt did for a living since both things were pretty cool to them. 

Jamie hadn't taken his coat or scarf off since leaving his house, so none of his tattoos were visible. "They mean to say that I'm a tattoo artist." Jamie worked at a local shop called 'Ink or Die’; it was run by a very unassuming, petite woman with a big personality. The kids called her Aunt Candy and she usually helped Jamie babysit his kids from time to time. He'd known Candy (it was a nickname) since he was a junior in high school. She had been one of his few friends while in school and they both shared the same passion for art. It was actually Candy who introduced him to Gloria, his ex and the mother of his children. There were days that he helped Derek and the guys, since he had tattooed a few of them and got to know them.

"My sister works in a museum." Jamie said as Carrington swiped a cookie off of the plate and turned her attention to the band that was playing so the kids wouldn't see her eat the cookie. They had divided up the cookies evenly and their aunt stealing one would throw a wrench into their plans. "Don't you Cari?" Jamie lightly kicked his sister's shin under the table.

"Hm? Oh yeah - I work in a museum...well a few actually from time to time. I do murals for them and stuff like that." She explained as she took a sip of her still hot cocoa. "If they need a mural or just something painted to make an exhibit a hit, I do it for them." Her eyes never strayed far from the band. It was a wonder to her that Reinier never really talked about his brother or family much. He had wonderful parents and his brother was talented. She often talked of her family and their accomplishments so why didn't he talk about his? In the background she could hear the kids talking loudly about the stuff their dad did, who their Aunt Candy was and the times that they got to visit Carrington's work. 

Jamie smiled and listened to his kids talk. They reminded him a lot of himself when he was a little kid.

"So are you the only worker at the toy store?" Jamie asked as he set his mug down on the table. 

The kids had drifted to figuring out who ate the last cookie and his sister was smiling slyly behind her hand as she listened to the two children.