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[He shrugs a bit, settling in with his tea.]

It was never a holiday in my home growing up.

[It had started that way, until it was a ciuple of gifts then nothing. Too much effort for his grandmother really, not when she was already doing so much.]

No? Suppose it's not for everyone. I.. uh, kinda like it.

I didn't say I didn't like it. It just. Wasn't something my grandmother was all that interested in.

Oh. Oh.

[He leans lightly against Jon, looking over the array of work in its vibrant glory.]

Well... There's time for new memories, you know?

[Is it any wonder Jon "no fun allowed" Sims turned out the way he did? What a pitiful non-childlike childhood.

He leans with Tim's weight a bit.]

Yes, I agree. Especially if it's. [If it's the last thing he gets to see.] It'll be good.

[He could finish the sentence himself. It was hard NOT to think. (A little hideous part of him curled a little warmer at the thought, so the rest railed back, stubbornly ignoring it.)]

It should. The real espionage we need to engage in this year is going to be getting the recipe for the wine, did you smell that?

It filled up the whole kitchen, it was hard to miss! Lord, we'll figure that out.

I suspect it's part of that Central European magic of, we're just going to grab a handful of whatever and suddenly, it's good.

It makes no sense but it works.

All the time, the real proof of withcraft was already here.

I always knew Martin had some supernatural disposition. Should have known it was this all along. Do you remember that stew he brought in once? I still have no idea what was in it.

Right? We've never had more people in the breakroom. I didn't even know Janet still worked here.

Astounding really. Glad he's on our side, could you imagine the kitchen warfare he could start?

Right? We wouldn't just lose. We'd be obliterated.

Twice. There's two of them and only three of us.

I'd have no hope. I can handle some recipes but the things he makes when given the chance? Easily the winner here.

On the plus side, if we lose miserably enough, maybe they'll take pity on us and we get more of the potato and cheese pirogi.

Show belly, fill belly. Lose-win.

The winning like that in the end is the important part I feel like.

Of course I haven't done any cooking for you all yet. I'd like to. [YKNOW. Before it's nearly impossible.]

[Things Tim hasn't even THOUGHT about, accessibility in areas like the kitchen... things that will be apparent REAL FAST..]

Hm. What do you have on offer?

Good proper English meals for one. Steaks, meat cuts, that sort of thing. Some good proper starch sides.

Go heavy on the sides and I'm in.

[Does he still count as a vegetarian now? Fuck if he knows but he is SO not looking at that closely until forced to.]

Deal. Easy enough to do for you.

Could get something like that going. Tuck out to the butcher, see what horrible devastation's left at the grocers.

I'm sure there's something out there, calling our names to be used.

[There's a laugh at that.]

Right, just need to be out there to hear it.

Oh, important disclaimer: I take no responsibility for other purchases that happen at the same time. Those tins of cookies are deadly sirens on the rocks.

They shouldn't make those tins so enticing. But I wonder if they'd have any of those enormous veggie platters left. The ones meant for ten people?