These people live in my head

Today I was working on expanding a scene, hoping to work in a bit more plotty goodness amid some conversation. Barely a hundred new words added when one of the characters started to cry. This was not expected by me or the person she was talking to. The conversation quickly derailed.

They think their tears will sway me. Little do they know. Avoidant bastards.

I may actually mail Christmas cards tomorrow. Some of them, at least.