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[dnaromantic]

"Sure, Nana Olaf, I'll just get it out of the pan ... try ..."

Greg Sanders wasn't expecting Milliways to pop up in the kitchen while helping to prepare Christmas Eve dinner, and he certainly doesn't look pleased about it now.

Because he was trying to cook, here

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[qsilver_md]

Kevin emerges from the infirmary, and smiles when he sees Greg, wandering over.

"Hey."

[dnaromantic]

"Happy holiday of choice, unless of course it's not for you. I never understand the timeflow here," Greg replies, raising his water in salute.

[qsilver_md]

"It is", Kevin says, having no drink but making a vaguely similar gesture anyway. "And that'd be Christmas."

[dnaromantic]

"In that case, Merry Christmas, because you're not British and thus probably don't use 'happy' there," says Greg, who is quick on the uptake about nationality.

[qsilver_md]

"And the same to you. Unless you celebrate something different."

[dnaromantic]

"Nope, Christmas for me -- a family-filled Christmas, I've got about eight hundred little cousins. We were trying to make dinner when Milliways decided to be my nana's pantry."

He eyes Bar for a second.

"Hey, can I get some basmati? Thank you. Now at least I have what I went in the pantry to get."

[qsilver_md]

"Basmati for Christmas?" Kevin asks curiously. "Unusual choice."