Iden had taken the day off at the shop, but hadn't told Michael that. Instead, he had spent the better part of the day whipping up a four course northern Italian meal. When Michael arrived, he would find most of the living room magically cleared, Inky away at Moira's house, a fire in the fireplace, and a beautifully set table near said fire. Iden closely monitored the panna cotta as it cooked and poured it into its dishes to set. It looked suspiciously like everything was just about ready... not that he actually knew exactly when Michael was due in from work.
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"Mum said he's been busy, but he sure as hell hasn't talked to me. We weren't close before the holidays and we're even less so now. I don't anticipate hearing from him for at least a year," Iden said frankly. "Maybe if he got a promotion he'd be too busy and proud of himself to be an arsehole for a few months."
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