Christmas Eve, 4 Apocalypse Avenue

[magdaofslovenia]

Sophie was home for the evening. Just the evening. She had hot cider and cookies, and instead of attempting a turkey or ham again, she had boxes and boxes of Chinese, Thai and Indian food. Wine was chilling, coffee was made, and there was chocolate ganache cake.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

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[suit_of_sables]

There was a knock on her door as well.

[magdaofslovenia]

Sophie opened the door, smile wide. "You made it!" She leaned in to give him a welcoming kiss, then said, "What have I missed while I was in Boston?" holding the door open for him.

[suit_of_sables]

"The usual madness," he told her with a little grin, "though... nothing dire. I'm in the midst of picking next play."

[magdaofslovenia]

Sophie shut the door, and smiled. "Cider or wine? And what thoughts are you having on Shakespeare?" It struck her that it wasn't a relief, exactly, to be contemplating the next play; but it was still of interest. Not one that overcame the appeal of the work with her friends. Of equal value, though.