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Sombra cooks the eggs badly, but Cole eats them anyway. He doesn’t complain about the burnt edges. He eats them, accepts them, and doesn't try to teach her how to cook them properly. Maybe she’ll learn one day. Maybe she won’t. Cole will eat them regardless.
Cole breaks the plastic Christmas tree they put up every year. He tries to set it up and the top half falls to the floor. Sombra puts up the ornaments anyway, stuffing them all on the lower branches, even stringing the lights along it. The tree is unfixable, but Sombra insists on keeping it.