Re: Kitchen: Hugh/Chris
Chris had shown up as early as Dante would let her help set up, attired in her own "festive" wear (also courtesy of Dante). She had spent breakfast with her brother exchanging gifts, but after a while, that house felt far too big for just the two of them and far too filled with the echoes of everyone who should have been there. A house full of people, even if they weren't all her people, was a welcome break.
The smell of the hot chocolate drew her into the kitchen before she saw the man responsible, but she shouldn't have been surprised. Hugh had never had less than impeccable taste, and if her nose could be trusted, the hot chocolate promised to be just as flawless. "I hope you brought enough to share," she grinned, stepping up to him by the slow cooker, "because I will wrestle whoever I have to to get some of that chocolate. It won't be pretty, but it will happen."