Yahiko-chan

Baby, It's Cold Outside Summary: It's Christmas Eve, and Arthur really needs to go, but he can't just leave Eames alone (with Cobb's children or otherwise). "Oh, it's so pretty, James, thank you!" Ariadne cooed, holding the… artwork?... in her hands as if it was priceless. All Arthur could see was that it had some kind of noodle, a lot of glitter, some lines of marker and crayon and perhaps some cutout pieces of magazines. He didn't know why, but for some reason looking at it gave him a bad feeling. Not that he'd been feeling grand or anything. He was leaned awkwardly up against the doorframe of Cobb's kitchen, watching his co-workers

Part Five "Um… Eames?" Cobb asked. "Why… are you in my pantry?" Eames grinned sheepishly. "I'm hiding." "From what?" "Phillipa. It's part of the game." "…Okay… did you guys accomplish any work while I was gone?" "Of course we did. Don't take us for amateurs, Cobb." Cobb gave him a long, squinty glare. "Just shut the door," Eames said. "And don't tell her I'm here." Cobb just sighed, grabbed a box of crackers, and shut the pantry door. As he entered the living room, he spotted Ariadne squeezing herself behind the couch. "I assume you're playing as well?" Cobb asked. Ariadne popped up, blushed, and ducked back down.