year's gift wasn't nearly finished, so he had to settle with a picture. Hopefully the dinner will make up for some of that, he really tried_

to make something spectacular, something that made even the Feast of Seven Fishes on the twenty-fourth pale in comparison.

(just for you stalkers out there, this takes place on January Sixth, since I'll be gone that day)

wasn't really expecting much considering he didn't get Feli anything amazing either. Gift-giving and shopping and everyhing just isn't his

thing or cup of tea or whatever. And he can't paint too well or sew or hand-make things and frustrates him too much to try. He smells the

food all throughout the house, its heavenly scent coming straight from the kitchen and so naturally, that's where he goes. "Ciao fratello."-

greets, standing in the doorway and taking in the smells hungrily.

smiled, heavy laden with plates as he started moving them out over to the table - a nice fancy set up and everything! - setting down the _

plate in his arms before looking up at his brother. "Ciao! Epifania felice Lovi~" he cheered, moving back into the kitchen to grab two wine_

glasses to set down for them. "I couldn't get you a big gift this year, because I don't really have much money up north and also because I _

wanted to make you something really special and it's taking too long - maybe I'll save it for our birthday, ve~ - so I made a dinner to go _

with what I got you, si? Because you still deserve something really special!" and because Feliciano generally tried to go all out for his _

brother on days like today, and felt just a bit guilty for not getting him something spectacular. Still, he'd tried to make something _

perfect for dinner at least - pizza, not pasta, four seasons laid out with salad plates surrounding it and a fresh-made loaf of bread, _

still hot because he'd tried to make everything just before so it'd be perfect. Wine from Lovi's half of the country - both because his _

brother had made it and because they just tended to be more delicious down there - nice and spicy, lightly mulled to dull the tang and _

bring out the rich sweetness in it's flavour, complete with candles and home made gelato chilling in the ice box for dessert. He really had_

tried to make it perfect - nothing but the best for his brother, si?

just that much more guolty for his gift not being great. He sweeps a gaze across the delicious food- all homemade and must've

(I mean guilty with an i.) taken Feli hours to cook. Though, knowing his brother, he probably enjoyed it. "Epifania

Felice." He mumbles absent-mindedly in return. "It's fine. What I got you isn't all that fantastic either." Besides, Feli's definition of

'not that big' or 'not that great' is just everyone else's 'pretty good'.

(I figured as much, didn't notice till you pointed it out, actually...) set down the glasses before moving over to lean in and press a _

light kiss to his brother's cheek, taking up his hand. "Come on! I made dinner" obviously "lets eat, si? I want to have a nice night with _

you, that'd be the best gift you could ever give me, si?"

blinks, flushing a little at the kiss and letting himself smile only a little before taking a seat. "Yeah, I can see that you made dinner,

fratello." He replies with a small roll of his eyes and nods. "Si, let's eat." And with that, he starts to dig in.

grinned and bounced over to his seat, moving to serve himself a slice of the pizza - salad came after, after all - and pouring a glass of _

wine, humming happily to himself as he did so.

(poke)

(Sorry. Will reply. Did not forgeeeet.)

(kk, just worried)

follows suit, barely missing a beat as he starts to dig into the wonderful meal. Everything, as he expected is delicious, from the pizza to

the salad, and the sips of wine in between. "It's good" He comments between bites.

nods, smiling happily and humming to himself, as ever. "I know. I made it for you and I made it with love, so it's bound to be, si?" he _

asked, not trying to be arrogant with his 'I know' just... truthful. He was a good cook and he knew it - after all, he'd learned from the_

best, and if it was taught to him by Lovi then it was bound to be good. Most of the time.

rolls his eyes a little at that. "I don't think that makes a difference." Be comments, finishing off his second slice of pizza and

(*He) contemplates a third. "But si, it's good."

laughs at that. "Of course it does! Everything is better if you make it with love!" he announced, laughing as he moved onto the salad - _

bread, then main dish, then salad, then dessert, always!

looks up at his brother, shaking his head. "I still don't think it makes a difference. It doesn't matter if you make it out of love or

because you have to. It's still going to taste delicious if you work hard on it." He takes a piece of the bread, not really eating it all in

a particular order.

shrugged, not going to argue because it was nice to have a nice night with his brother. "I don't agree but whatever you say, fratello~" He _

announced as he set his fork down and leaned back a bit in his chair, content with a significantly fuller stomach - he'd have to wait a bit_

before dessert for sure...

finishes his meal as well, taking Feli's dropping out of the argument as him winning. He leans back, still idly sipping and enjoying the

wine. He's content to just sit back and drink in silence honestly and watches his brother absent-mindedly out of the corner of his eye.

continues to hum - a habit he's never learned to drop, he doesn't even notice himself doing it any more, to be honest - fiddling with his _

napkin and folding it into little shapes that Japan once showed him with paper. After a bit up this he looked up questioningly. "Uhm...."