It's a usual morning at flat, even if the holidays are attached to it this time. Sasha's up before Tim to put tea on, eggs and toast and jam. It's not fancy, no, but it's one of the things they don't often have the time in the mornings to do: Just have a breakfast together. Time with each other without having to run out for work.

There's a prettily wrapped gift sitting on one of their plates on the table. While Sasha's not much of a crafty person, she's somewhat proud of her work on the wrapping, not to mention the gift inside. While the toast is toasting and the tea is steeping, she wanders into Tim's bedroom and plants a kiss on his sleepy, snore-y forehead. "Wake up, you. Breakfast."