"You made poutine," I say with a soft smile, watching in awe as Bits puts together a beloved staple from home. "This was always a cheat day food. What better cheat day than my birthday, eh?"

I put together a plate of poutine, smiling and shaking my head a little at just how much fat and carbs that I'm piling up. Once I'm done, I grab a fork and lift the plate to take a bite. It's perfect, of course, and I let out a moan as I point at the dish with my fork. "God, Bits. This is amazing. It's been so long since I've had good poutine."