Logan pushed "enter" on his laptop, securing the plane tickets he needed. Wednesday. Only two days and then he'd be gone.

Right now, he wasn't sure if he'd be coming back. It was tempting though, and that was exactly the reason he shouldn't.

[OOC: For a particular housemate, though the others are welcome to come in after the first thread.]

Logan had finished the cake, wrapped the presents, and made sure to restock the only somewhat modest bar, then began fixing dinner (filet mignon with a cognac cream sauce, asparagus, and roasted wee tiny potatoes), timing it so that it'd finish just about when he expected Thursday to come home.

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Christmas in Terminal City had been good, gifts exchanged and a huge Christmas dinner coordinated with a minimum of anarchy. Now Logan was just enjoying time with Max, lounging on the couch and watching the news - thankfully lacking in the sort of reports he'd been dreading after being gone a few months ( Read more... )

Logan had spent some of Thursday night and then all of Friday morning putting together food for an early Christmas dinner. There was a large roast turkey as well as mashed potatoes, green beans, stuffing, cranberry sauce, Swedish meatballs, lutefisk, a pumpkin pie, and a Christmas pudding. He hoped no one had any allergies he didn't know about ( Read more... )

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Logan was sitting at the island in the kitchen, his laptop open and papers in a neat pile beside it. Ostensibly working on a lesson plan, but also composing an e-mail, reading the current local news (which was an odd dip into nostalgia), and brewing coffee.

Really, he wasn't doing anything interesting enough to mind an interruption or two.

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