"Right, well, he drinks and I don't think she does, so I like him better by default." He twisted the cap from his flask and took a long swig. "I really hope that we're not ambushed by elves or everyone turns into children for Christmas. That would just be awful." This was like a permanent vacation in what was quickly becoming a close second to Hell. At least here the liquor was worth drinking. Not like the fake crap they served in Hell.
"I'll...are we even doing anything for the holiday? I mean, not that I care, but I know it's important to you and we can have dinner if you'd like. With the children or just alone."