We struggle the short distance between our temporary home and the other Liveman family residence, our arms overfull of countless sealed containers of food. Well, mostly mine, Tetsuya is carrying a platter heaped to the sky with fried chicken, and balancing a Christmas cake besides.

He insisted that we probably didn't need to bring the entire feast, that Megumi was quite a capable cook. There's no denying that, but she mentioned to me during one phone call that Yuusuke and Jou would be handling the cooking and, well...

It's a wonder the house isn't completely on fire.

Yet.

We make it to the door and I have to kick at it instead of knocking, almost toppling over, but managing to catch my balance just before.