OOM: Pre-Dinner

[the_gene_genie]

At this time every year, Gene makes himself scarce from other people. As it used to be him, his mam and his missus this means, basically, he left them in the kitchen and parked himself in front of the TV with a can of beer and a bottle of whiskey.

This year? No different. Especially with the size of this particular hangover. His mum takes him a cup of tea and then returns to the kitchen, where Alex had volunteered to help prepare the veg.

'You really don' 'ave t'do that, luv. I don' mind, it's not often I get t'cook for 'im anymore.'

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[lady_bols]

Alex quirks an eyebrow at Mrs. Hunt, a soft smile on her features. She's a little hungover herself, and even after the drive, she still couldn't manage to sleep through the night. And there were potatoes that needed washing and peeling, so it only seemed natural.

"It's no trouble, really. If I wasn't cooking on Christmas, I wouldn't know what to do with myself."

She's trying not to think of Molly and Evan, and gingerbread houses and a living room floor strewn with wrapping paper and ribbons. She's here now, and determined to make the best of it.