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[ Aside from the visit from Loki at Hob's request (and perhaps to get those clothes for Vanessa?), Hob has not had his boyfriend over. Loki seems a bit wary of Dream, and Hob doesn't want to push the two to get along, but appreciates how civil they have been toward each other for his sake. Given that Vanessa stayed the night after her return, Hob has wondered if she'd spend more nights here, and he would welcome her if she did.

Looking over his shoulder from the stove, Hob smiles. ]

Good morning, Dream. Did you rest well?

[ Hob isn't sure if that has any meaning for Dream, but Dream was in his room all night. ]

For some definition of rest, perhaps. It was somewhat productive, notwithstanding.

[ he enters the kitchen, stepping into it and pausing with enough distance so as to not crowd Hob. ]

And you?

Productive?

[ So that's what Dream has been doing shut in his room. Hob hopes he's not pushing himself too hard. ]

I always have a hard time sleeping on Christmas Eve. Happy Christmas, by the way.

[ A smile is passed to Dream, since he obviously did not forget it, judging by the santa looking plate of pancakes with a whipped cream beard and chocolate chip eyes he passes to Dream. ]

Somewhat.

[ vague, as ever. but he looks more actively curious with something Hob says anyway. ]

Why, particularly? If memory serves, you came of age when it was twelve days of festivities.

[ his gaze is then dropped down to the plate that's offered to him ... with raised eyebrows. ]

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I don't know. I mean, it's not like I ever really celebrated when I was young. I could barely scrape two coins together back then. But there's something special about that night, I guess.

[ Hob still holds that plate out as he speaks, just waiting fo Dream to accept it. ]

Surely, many people have dreams that night.

Frequently, yes, of all varieties of the winter celebrations.

[ he eventually accepts it, slowly taking it from Hob's hand like he's not quite sure it won't bite him. ]

[ Once Dream accepts the cake, Hob smiles once more and turns back to the stove to serve up his own hotcakes, giving them the same treatment, then turning off the heat before taking a seat at the counter. Some syrup is added, then it's passed to Dream. ]

So what were you doing last night that was somewhat productive?

Traversing dreams of all varieties of the winter celebrations.

[ he takes the second plate faster this time with a wry look to Hob. he brings it over to the dining table for them both. ]

I was once more examining the limitations that have been placed on me, trying to determine if they had relaxed or otherwise changed in my time here.

And have they?

[ With Dream assisting with the food, that allows Hob to pour himself a cup of coffee and bring it with him. For Dream, he sets down a glass of orange juice. Perhaps Dream will have none of the food, but Hob still goes through the motions. ]

As far as I can surmise, they are unchanged and I am still as limited as when I arrived.

[ he gives Hob a small nod when he brings the orange juice. ]

Thank you for making this morning meal.

You're welcome. It's alright if you don't want to eat it. I guess I was just in the mood to cook.

[ Given the abundance of ingredients they have to use, cooking is a decent past time, even if Hob is still no gourmet. ]

I'm sorry to hear you haven't made any progress. It must be frustrating. I wish I could do more to help.

Excitement for Christmas morning, perhaps?

[ another wry little smile. ]

Though my efforts have left me somewhat drained, as well. This meal and your efforts are most welcome.

Perhaps.

[ Another smile and Hob begins to cut his food with his fork. He's glad the food might help Dream regain his energy, if that's the case, but if Dream asked for something else to eat, instead, Hob would head right back into the kitchen. ]

How will you be spending your day?

[ Dream starts to eat as well, small bites and mostly staying clear of the whipped cream and chocolate bits to start with. ]

I have no definitive plans this day, other than to pay call to lady Vanessa. You seem to be well on the mend, yourself.

I am. Practically good as new.

[ That might be an over-estimate, but Hob is definitely getting there. ]

How is she doing?

Practically ... likely not.

She has improved, thankfully. Though ... I believe her recovery will take some time yet.

[ Hob frowns softly. ]

I don't really understand what happened to her.

[ Dream is quiet for a moment or two before he speaks again, his voice quieter. ]

I believe she was taken so that a punishment could be delivered upon her.

But why? What did she do wrong? Did she break a law of the city?

[ Ethan said he didn't hurt Vanessa, and Hob believes him, so what could it have been? ]

For actions she knowingly took upon another.

[ he doesn't elaborate beyond that, but Dream's usually not the type to engage in gossip or share about others. or himself, for that matter. ]

[ Actions she took upon another? Hob's expression becomes more grave. ]

Did she hurt someone?

Perhaps. I do not know of the details in full.

What?

[ That surprises Hob. ]

And if she did? That doesn't bother you?

[ he looks up from his partially eaten pancake to give Hob an curious expression. ]

We spoke of it, in part.

[ So Vanessa keeps things even from Dream? Hob tries not to worry, but his expression is full of it. No, he should put it out of his mind. This is not a conversation he should pursue today, of all days, and he knows Dream isn't going to give him any details.

He'll just frown at his Santa-cake instead. Dream didn't actually answer his question, did he. ]

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