fresh new headcanon right out the oven just for you!
Jack G is autistic (shh let me self project. also Jill is ADHD) his biggest special interest is cooking and everything to do with food! oh and whenever he has meltdowns (which are rare for him, but tend to be quite extreme; he can go catatonic if it goes on too long without being calmed (haha i’m not projecting)) and only his husband or Jill can effectively calm him down from his meltdowns
Zephyr: what, but don't you don't want another child?
Jack G: of course I do. But I don't think little Jack is a fan of the idea... especially since he has your... tendencies.
Zephyr: ...what tendencies?
Four year old EJ, playing with toys: Sorry, Mrs. Silver, but you've bothered me for the last time. I'm probably gonna have to decompose you, or sell you on the black market.
The Windroe fam (adults, children) play “I’m passing the phone to someone who…” game. What’s said? Are there any sick burns? etc.
Did it as a sort of incorrect quote. This was fun to write.
Olly: I'm passing the phone to someone who brings the best presents.
Elspeth: Okay... I'm passing the phone to somebody that thought the word "moist" meant "cool" until he was thirteen.
Zephyr: mother, I-! Ugh... anyway... I'm passing the phone to the one who lights up my life like no other.
Jack G: aww, honey... I'm passing the phone to the sweetest little blind gremlin I've ever met.
Jack K, facing the wrong way: I'm passing the phone to someone whose bones go "clip-clop" at three in the morning.
Ciero: hm... oh, I know! I'm passing the phone to someone that got their hand stuck in a cookie jar at the age of nineteen, and proceeded to lie about how he got the scar it left on his wrist for the rest of his life.
Octavian: for God's sake... fine, I'm passing the phone to the mini-me in the family.
Bentley: Oh, are you sure? Uh... I'm passing the phone to... what was that? *someone whispers* I'm passing the phone to... grandma's favourite child-in-law..?
[Ciero yells "hey!" From offscreen]
Patrick: what? Me? Um... okay. I'm passing the phone to the one that slobbered all over me yesterday.
Patrick, with red cheeks: not you, Sunshine.
Buttons the dog: *barks*
[Subtitles: "I'm passing the phone to the most successful Windroe"]
Favio: *fixes his shirt* thank you, Buttons... I'm passing the phone to the little girl that bumped into a mannequin and lost a tooth *grins playfully*