She laughed harder. “You could go into a room by yourself and lock him out. It’s not much fun to call you up if I only get to listen to you threaten him. Forget him. How was your Christmas?”
“I’ve had better,” he replied, passing by his older counterpart and stomping his foot, causing the older man to yelp and fall over. “How is yours, love?”
“I am overburdened with family,” she told him, emphasising the last word a bit savagely. “My sister, my mother’s brother, my father’s sisters, all four of my first cousins, and the one once removed — augh! I couldn’t even hear myself /think/ this morning.” Summer picked up a brush and began to run it through her hair. “But once actual Christmas was over, it’s not been too bad. My usual term is ‘peopled out’, and I so am.”