My g-mom kept telling everyone to ask for anything, don't worry, if she still wants it she won't give it away but don't hesitate to ask. I wanted everything, but I hardly asked for anything. Two wall hangings, two pieces of costume jewelry which are "works in progress" and need silly things like clasps. And a fish shaped wooden bowl that she used to serve snacks in.
Oh yes, I did manage to wrest control of some special super mega treasure, which everyone who was anyone coveted desperately.
The single best political debate of my years of holidays visits occurred, during which my mom accused my aunt of voting for a chair, one uncle said "I agree with everything Bush has ever done, except for one thing. I don't agree with him for putting pressure on Israel.", and everyone became socialists, including Sir Uncle Not Appearing In This Country. The uncle I utterly adored as a small child and grew to loathe as an adult pulled some surprising moves, shocking my brother and I (even though he couldn't understand adoption under the weight of trying to present his point as one who is presenting something). That was a sub-conversation between the three of us in the cold abandon of the front curb, though. "My mom left, and our uncle David who is a complete tool and you will hear more about later left, and me, E, and our aunt and uncle had a great conversation. Our G-mom chimed in from time to time with things that were largely grandmotherly and largely argued against, and our cousins played Monopoly in between everyone, more of a nice backround than a distraction or interferance.", that too.
My grandmom asked me repeatedly why I brought so many cookies. An uncle asked me about my b/f. Everyone asked about E's language studies, at some point or three.