Kate gave Bod a faint smile, and reached out to give his hand a little aqueeze. "Well, that's why we're doing this. Celebration." Beat. "Sans chariot races."

"I don't think a chariot would move much in the snow, anyway," Marshall remarked, setting the tray on the coffee table. All the snacks looked pretty fancy, but there were some gingerbread men on there, too. Plus everything was guaranteed to be tasty. "Gift-giving snacks are served. Happy now, Kate?"

"Ecstatic, little brother." And totally reaching for a few things to eat.