[As ideas go, it's pretty bad, but Jessie is a Pride and as such is stubborn as all get-out, so she's not going to back down now that she's said she's doing it for anything. Because now she has to make a point. To the magical boxes. That she doesn't actually have to open. Isn't it tiring wrangling her and Woody, Buzz? It must be so tiring.
He hand squeeze gets a flicker of a smile and she returns the gesture. You're a good egg, Lightyear. She grabs the boxcutter and goes to town on the next box- probably a little more violently than needed but she's still pretty mad over the first one.
The good feeling blasts out as it did with the first picture- and it's all too easy to just enjoy it, despite her trepidation. She doesn't get a memory this time, which is what catches her out- she's been bracing herself for it, but nope. It's just her and Buzz, in the back yard, hand in hand. Out of the box slides the picture. Hey Buzz, look, it's you. ]
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He hand squeeze gets a flicker of a smile and she returns the gesture. You're a good egg, Lightyear. She grabs the boxcutter and goes to town on the next box- probably a little more violently than needed but she's still pretty mad over the first one.
The good feeling blasts out as it did with the first picture- and it's all too easy to just enjoy it, despite her trepidation. She doesn't get a memory this time, which is what catches her out- she's been bracing herself for it, but nope. It's just her and Buzz, in the back yard, hand in hand. Out of the box slides the picture. Hey Buzz, look, it's you. ]
...Huh. Wasn't expecting that.