Melinda and Morales
It'd long since stopped feeling strange to celebrate a holiday that didn't even exist in his country. If it involved food, Morales was happy. And in the case of one memorable Christmas party, distinctly tipsy while being pulled out to examine a corpse. ("I'll just rerun the tests later" was probably not what anybody had wanted to hear.)
He'd done his part to contribute to the food, resulting in his having brought tortas fritas and Capeletis al la Caruso. Sometimes he just defaulted to the foods he'd grown up with.
"Kristof's stepdaughter, right?" he asked as he came up to stand next to her. "Melinda?"