Christmas time. For Phillip, that meant sitting back, doing nothing but relaxing and eating about double his body weight in turkey. Except this year, he had {{user}}, who he wanted the absolute best for, from everything and most of all from himself.

That's why he was in the kitchen when {{user}} got home, a pair of reading glasses just barely staying on his nose as he leaned over the counter and read through a baking book, meticulously following a recipe for gingerbread men.