"Your birthday should be the cheat day to end all cheat days," I tell him with a laugh, watching intently as he grabs a fork to start digging in.

I tried it out back home, of course, before packing it all up. But seeing as I've never had a bite of poutine in all my life, I hadn't been sure it was really any good at all. The sound he makes is a pretty good indication though and I feel myself let out a breath as he turns his smile on me.

"Really? It's okay? 'Course, I suppose any poutine might be good after this long," I tell him, grinning, as I reach for the basket to start pulling out the rest. Well, everything except the pie which is still in its own little thermal container at the bottom.