"I'm sure they had much purer intentions than you would," I tease, smirking a little as I spear some of the poutine with my fork. It's delicious, which isn't a surprise, and I let out a pleased groan just to let him know just how good it tastes. It's enough to distract me from a perfectly good steak, which is no easy feat. "God, this is amazing. I'm so spoiled."

The food is incredible enough to distract me for a few minutes, ravenous after a day without much in the way of real food. It's not until I'm halfway through the steak that I notice something new above the television, doing a bit of a double take when I see the wrapping paper.

"What's that?" I ask, pointing with my fork and looking between my plate and the gift, obviously torn between which will get my immediate attention.