He was thinking festive Christmas salmon, actually. Just a nice trip into the warm and comfortable kitchen, grab a bite to eat, maybe some music, then say hello to Evelyn and, yeah, probably back into the tunnels. But then mistletoes happened, and to be perfectly honest, he can't really get those ghosts out of his head either.
Most of them didn't tell him much, one told him more than he wanted to hear, and overall they only confirm his theory, that there must be more to the latest handful of disappearances than especially cruel Christmas timing. So, full roast beef Christmas dinner it is.
The kitchen is as public as ever, so it doesn't surprise him much when he hears a sound by the door, and realises that he's got company. What does surprise him is the particular face he's seeing, because together with a bunch of names he couldn't bother to recall he's pretty sure that one made it onto the disappearance list too.
"Back already?"
Here's your welcome eyebrow arched in passing, before Philip turns back to whisking flour and eggs.
December 16th, Kitchen
Most of them didn't tell him much, one told him more than he wanted to hear, and overall they only confirm his theory, that there must be more to the latest handful of disappearances than especially cruel Christmas timing. So, full roast beef Christmas dinner it is.
The kitchen is as public as ever, so it doesn't surprise him much when he hears a sound by the door, and realises that he's got company. What does surprise him is the particular face he's seeing, because together with a bunch of names he couldn't bother to recall he's pretty sure that one made it onto the disappearance list too.
"Back already?"
Here's your welcome eyebrow arched in passing, before Philip turns back to whisking flour and eggs.