"Well, I forgot the wheelbarrow so maybe we'll just have to stick around here for a bit while you digest," I tell him with a wink.

He takes a few more bites of the poutine before he starts dishing up his plate, taking a little of everything, it looks like. Laughing, I shake my head. "Are you callin' me predictable, Mr. Zimmermann?" Of course, I'm predictable for a reason and I nod only a second later. "Of course there's a pie. And don't worry about eating everything; we'll just have leftovers for a few days. Plus, I'm sure Macha and Shannon would love to help out."

Elvis too, probably, but we have to be a bit more careful with him.

"Oh, and don't forget your present!" I tell him, turning to grab it from where it's lying behind me, still all packaged in a bright red bow.