"Were you gonna get these for me?" Liz teases right back, flopping down on her back to hold Robbie up as she stretches her leg out. "I can deal with two pairs. These boots are hot." She grins and focuses on Robbie a second. The hot dog craving passed after the first trimester and in spite of what Jack thinks, no Liz is not knocked up. "Do they have fries?" Those she's always in the mood for.

Liz rolls her head over to look at the rink. "Do you want to?" She gets to her feet and shifts Robbie to one arm so she can grab Owen's hand, if he has one free that is.

"Don't call Santa a creeper. He's just guy who can't keep his promises." Liz still has some bitter feelings about Santa and the fact he didn't take her fire away when she begged him to. Sure, she was eight but it still hurt. "It would make for a nice picture. Baby's first Santa."