'Twas The Eon Before Christmas... (Primeval - gen, drabble)
Written for primeval100, the prompt being "all the trimmings", and set between S3 and S4, when Connor and Abby are a loooong way (timewise) from home...
'Twas The Eon Before Christmas...
"It's Christmas..." Connor mumbled. "Near enough, what's one day in million of years? So Christmas dinner, all the trimmings..."
Abby simply stared at the roughly flat rock 'table'. "Roast Aegialodon... and the usual tubers and green... things."
"Like -"
"- We always have, because we've know they're safe to eat." Abby looked at the 'table' again, and the primitive flowers and berries strewn over it. "Those probably aren't."
Connor blinked. "Can't eat the trimmings, Abs," he said. "I know, I just thought... we'd have them."
Her eyes stung - "...And it's the thought that counts?" - and she hugged him.
-the end-