Elizabeth followed Aleksey into the kitchen, carefully setting the dishes she had gathered beside the sink in easy reach as she nodded in reply to his statement that he'd be washing. She gladly took the dish cloth, and waited patiently for him to wash a few things before she started drying mindlessly, carefully and neatly stacking the dishes beside her on the counter when she had finished drying a cup, plate, or whatever else might've been used.<br/><br/>"Of course you're stuck with me." She mused with a soft giggle to herself. "I'm glued to you, practically." She teased a bit, ever so gently nudging one of Aleksey's arms with her elbow. At the question though, she fell silent for a moment as if simply recalling the memories, before she started explaining them, mindlessly drying the rest of the dishes in the process. "Well.. My father used to be protective.. Like any father, I'm sure you could imagine, would be protective over their 'little girl'. Not as much as your mother seems to be, though. I'm sure it's just because she loves you." She insisted, soon finishing the drying.<br/><br/>"My Christmas' usually had just consisted sitting together.. Opening presents, playing games.. We never really went anywhere. My mother.. Despised my grandmother, though I'd never been able to figure out why, even now I still don't know.." She paused again, finishing with the dishes while she dried off her hands for good measures, setting the cloth down on the counter while she leaned back against it as well, fiddling with her pocket with one hand, her thumb hooked in. "It was nice though."<br/><br/>Elizabeth then blinked twice at Aleksey, tilting her head slightly while she cocked an eyebrow at him with a quizzical expression. "You alright there?" She mused the question, smiling though as she stepped close enough to give Aleksey's cheek a soft, gentle kiss.