"It's not for you, nor me, nor her to decide what exactly is shown," the Ghost says cryptically. "You should know that best, should you not, creature of spring?" It is said without malice, only a matter-of-fact acknowledge of what Bunnymund is and what the Ghost themself is as well. They turn back towards the scene, watching as the blonde woman tugs a bottle from the fridge--unlabeled except for a handwritten one--perhaps some kind of homemade brew? She crosses over to the couch where Kenzie is just stirring, blinking herself awake in the warmth of the fire. The bottle is opened and offered over and Kenzie reaches out to accept it with a blurry smile.

"Here, on the house," the blonde woman says.

"Thanks, Lydia," Mackenzie mumbles and takes the bottle. She swigs and reaches out to nudge the sleeping wolf with a foot, but Lydia puts a hand on her shoulder.

"Let him sleep," Lydia says and flops down onto the couch to lean up against Mackenzie in a cozy, sisterly way. "It's Christmas."

"Oh, I thought food was ready..." Kenzie mumbles between swigs of home-made beer.

"Nah, it's in the oven and Eli and Gabby are finishing up the rest of dinner."

"Mm," Kenzie murmurs. "At least we're not neck deep in banes like last year."

"Nice to have it off for once, right?" Lydia laughs. "Anything you want from Santa this year?"

"Uhhh, a girlfriend?"

"Vibrator, got it." Kenzie clobbers Lydia with one of the pillows off the couch and there's a dissolution into laughter and playful roughhousing that never goes quite far enough to spill beer, though it comes dangerously close at times. There's no doubt that what's being seen here is family--Mackenzie's family or the closest thing she ever had to it getting to enjoy a quiet moment together. A break from her constant war.

"She had so much only a year ago," the Ghost opines in their maddeningly calm and even voice.