"The proper way is a big family meal that involves knowing more cooking skills than I possess." He squeezed Charles' hand. "Home made, things like meat and dairy are kept separate, you bake bread. I'm find with buying something."
He didn't care anymore about the traditions of not doing work, not lighting the lights or kindling the fires, and he was more than happy to heat something up, let the electronics play and he definitely wasn't interested in going to the Synagogue. Ever.