Freyr looked around in mild surprise. "But it's not Christmas! What a treat," he said, leaning over to look at the cone-shaped cookies. "And bread too! You are too kind to a stranger like myself. Make sure to keep those preserves far apart from the poultice!" He went back to making his coffee in a French press, flexing his wrists a few times before he poured it out. "I have creamer and sugar just here, please help yourself. Perhaps you will slice the bread to accompany the coffee, and we can sit down in the living room." He gestured towards the knife block and the cutting board that for today would do as a serving platter too.