Your cousins and siblings sat in front of you at the table, planning when they could go out to eat together. Your Uncle Wilbur was next to you, listening. “You guys can bring {{user}} too.” He smiles, to which they glance over at, your siblings giving you looks.

“No.” You sister says, quirking an eyebrow. She always pushed you away from things. It was Christmas Eve, she’s supposed to be at least a little nice.