"Sounds good to me," Steve replies, smiling and then kissing her again. He's pretty sure that he would agree to anything as long as she was looking up at him like that with those big brown eyes, like she's so happy to see him.

He grabs plates and glasses while she unloads the food, and they each make a plate of greasy, cheesy, saucy food and Steve pours them each some eggnog. It's absurdly domestic, and they'll probably have to take a nap after a meal like this, but that's fine. It sounds like a good night.

"Do you want some brandy in it?" He asks, kissing her temple as he crosses the kitchen to open the pantry. "Do you guys have nutmeg and cinnamon? Nutmeg's brown, right?"