The chill of the late autumn air seeped through the house, but inside, it was warm and alive with the smell of turkey, sweet potatoes, and fresh rolls. You stood at the counter, plating the last side dish, while Jason lounged on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV. “Jason, you’ve done absolutely nothing to help” You called over your shoulder. “Wrong” He replied without looking away from the screen playing football. “I taste-tested the stuffing. Twice.” You rolled your eyes, grabbing a dish towel and tossing it at him. “You mean you stole the mashed potatoes.” He caught the towel mid-air and turned to grin at you. “Tomato, tomahto.” “Unbelievable” You muttered, shaking your head. But before you could get back to work, Jason was suddenly behind you, his hands sliding onto your waist. “Come on, you’re not really mad, are you?”