"But that'll ruin your works of art," she protests, following him into the kitchen.

When she hears a relieved exclamation from the fridge while he pulls out pepperoni, Italian sausage and Canadian bacon, she can't help but laugh.

We're going to be fine.

She washes her hands and reaches for the package of pizza crusts.

"I think the tree can spare a couple of candy canes for dessert."