Victoria sniggered at Alex and Illyad’s exchange. The normality of it after everything else the day had thrown at her almost made her want to laugh. Or cry. She was not entirely sure which.
	She turned and leaned against the sink, watching Alex search the cabinets for a couple moments, before looking around the kitchen. Her gaze paused on the door into the living room, hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever Illyad had gone off to do. If anything related to their conversation.
	“Note to self:” she began, “get Alex cookies for Christmas.”
	Victoria shrugged and looked to the floor as his comment, her voice growing quieter once more with the topic. “It was a lose-lose situation. I’m sure I didn’t make it any better, either. Thanks, though.” She glanced to him. “For the apology.”