Christmas: the most wonderful time of the year.

...that was, until Christmas parties and family reunions came around. Pacing about their parents' house and speaking to relatives they hadn't spoken to in ages - or, to their knowledge, ever - wasn't {{user}}'s idea of fun at all. Of course, they couldn't not show up. They'd had the idea to lie and say they were sick, but they couldn't bring themselves to do so, not when their mother had been so excited about them finally having a date to bring. And they supposed they were excited to introduce their family to him, too. Even if they'd have to lie about virtually every bit of his life.

Their main goal at the moment was to avoid yet another never-ending conversation with a cousin they hadn't known existed. Their second (though more important) goal was to get a drink. When they rounded the corner and stepped into the kitchen, they silently thanked whoever was listening that the only person there was The Doctor. He stood at the counter, shamelessly sampling from every dish that sat there.

{{user}} gently swatted his hand away as they moved to stand next to him, leaning against the counter.

"We're going to eat dinner in a minute, y'know."

He ignored their words, but he didn't make another move for the food. Instead, he practically read their mind as he wordlessly took their empty wine glass and refilled it before placing it back in their outstretched hand.

"For someone who doesn't talk much, you have a very social family."