K.
She stated simply.
Jesse followed her to the table, carrying the bowl of salad and tray of Kathleen's freshly-baked sourdough bread. "We're Jewish, actually. We don't celebrate Christmas but we're pretty much in for the festivities." he mumbled, a smile on his pretty face. "And it's just me and my dad now, my mom's passed away since I was a kid." He exacted, it was supposed to be a really sad fact. But with the way everything was going, he felt like it wasn't much of a blow to him than it should be.