"Already ate," he lamented. Not that he'd had a bad meal at all, Sheila was a good cook and her family was good company. "Dinner at Sheila's," he explained and, because she'd been wise enough not to ask about his santa hat- though he had caught the Saint Nicholas barb and diplomatically chosen to ignore that shit- he deigned to explain it. "Her kid gave me this thing." Nick returned the stolen candy cane after he bit off a piece of it and fished a small wrapped box from his pocket to lean down and put it under the tree with a nonchalant expression.