"If I had a house that felt like home, then I would agree with you." Elizabeth answered politely, staying rather quiet while she was glad to have Aleksey beside her. She wasn't very sure she'd have made it this far into the conversation if he hadn't been there. And when she was about to answer the question, Aleksey's mother had gotten up to go to the kitchen.<br/><br/>Elizabeth slightly tilted her head when his brother insisted she answered the question, so she did. "German." Was all she had answered with the smallest of shrugs along with it. Though, she couldn't help but smile at Aleksey at any mention of his scar- the fact that she hadn't made any point of it obvious. She could remember first seeing it, how gruesome it had been. But everyone had there scars, she knew she did. And hers would be just as ugly, if they showed.<br/><br/>"It has nothing to do with stomach." She stated simply, but could only stiffle a laugh when Aleksey threw the pillow at his brother, a hand over her mouth as she kissed the side of Aleksey's head gently, also giving a gentle squeeze to his hand. "Careful.." She cooed to him, waiting for him to recover from the movement before giving his hand another light squeeze.<br/><br/>She took another small, bare sip of her wine, before leaning forward to set it on the small table before them. She couldn't remember a time she'd been around people for Christmas, so it was... Different, but considering it was Aleksey, it wasn't all that bad.