Well sure, if you want to give it a shot:
“I’ll make you a sandwich,” I say quickly, and head into the kitchen.
Kattar wheels himself into the dining room as I pull out the peanut butter and jelly. The ‘help’ has kept his pantries well stocked, though it’s questionable how much cooking he’s been able to manage from the weird angle he’s trapped at, in his chair.
I figure I’ll do the dishes too, since the cleaners won’t be back until tomorrow.
I hand him the plate and I start to turn back toward the kitchen, but hear him laugh-
“What? You didn’t trim the crusts off! The service at this place is terrible!”
I decide to ignore him, rolling my eyes and heading back to the kitchen, but with a “Hey-” he reaches out and tries to snag me by the sash, which comes undone, and slides unceremoniously to the floor.
I turn beet-red, crouching quickly to retrieve the sash from the carpet, avoiding his face as his gaze burns into the top of my head.
“Getting into the Christmas spirit?” He laughs as I retie the sash aggressively, burning with embarrassment and frustration simultaneously.
“What on earth are you talking about?”
“You look like a Christmas present all tied up with a bow,” he jokes, smiling up to his eyes, glowing with enjoyment. I turn redder still.
and for reference, since it isn't mentioned here, this is what the characters look like (she was wearing a pink wrap dress, but this was just a reference sheet I made)
