Lindsey didn't really groove on holidays. He just liked an excuse to make peach pie.
He was incredibly good at it; it was a family recipe, and even though he pretty much never saw his family, they were his roots, and that meant a lot to Lindsey.
The pie was cooling next to the stove when Lois showed up, and he smiled and invited her inside.
Holidays were fucking depressing if you spent them alone. He knew that from experience. He'd spent a few Christmases in a bar with nuts for dinner and beer to wash 'em down.
He didn't know what he was doing with Lois, if he was trying to get somewhere with her or not. He just knew he liked her, and she shouldn't be alone today, either.
The turkey was almost done. His entire apartment smelled like he'd been cooking for hours.
"'scuse the mess," he said, taking her coat and the bottle. "You can set that down anywhere."