WRITER'S CHOICE~'Christmas company'

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This is one of my many 'Snapshots..."

He reached into his partner's kitchen cabinet, finding the mismatched assortment of plates and mugs, and picking up one of the cups, he chuckled to himself.

The message printed on it said "My friend went to Disneyland and all I got was this lousy mug."

Napoleon remembered bringing it back as a souvenir for Illya, and the strange look his partner gave him.

On the next shelf above the dishes was a neatly organized set of etched Russian tea glasses, set in silver-plated holders. That's what he was looking for...

He put the kettle on the stove, and after the water boiled, he prepared the tea as Illya had shown him once, and thinking it must be a comforting ritual for a man so far from home...a home he would most likely never see again.

There was a half a loaf of pumpernickel bread in the breadbox, and while the tea was steeping, he threw a couple of slices in the toaster. He snapped his fingers, checking the fridge finding a few half empty takeout containers, which he promptly threw in the trash, and surprisingly he found a few eggs left in a carton. Napoleon checked the expiration date, and saw it was fine. Luck would have it, there was a package of breakfast sausages as well, not even opened yet and still within the expiration date as well.

Illya was never one for keeping in too much food supplies as he rarely cooked and said he was away more often than not, and the food would only spoil. He also claimed he was not a very good cook, but with Kuryakin's appetite, Napoleon found that hard to believe.

Apparently the Russian wasn't familiar enough with the concept of frozen dinners. Very convenient for people in their line of work; just take it from the freezer, pop it in the oven and when it was ready, add a few garnishments and voila, instant meal.

Several minutes later Napoleon walked into his partner's bedroom carrying the tray with the freshly cooked breakfast on it.

Illya was in bed with bandages over his eyes and a cast on his ankle, injuries the result of his last assignment that had gone horribly wrong. That fact and his inconvenient injuries had him in a grumpier than usual mood.

"Breakfast is served my friend...sorry no rose in a vase though."

"Cute," Illya tried to smile as his partner had promised to look after him while his eyes were on the mend. The doctors in Medical had reassured him his sight would return.

"Hmm, let me test my olfactory senses. Eggs, toast and tea?" He sniffed again."And do I smell sausage?"

"On the nose and no pun intended. Good to know your proboscis is still working," Napoleon couldn't help but grin. With Kuryakin's nose and appetite he could zero in on food anywhere.

He put the tray on Illya's lap and handed him the utensils.

"Tea is at two o'clock, and on the plate the eggs are at six o'clock, the toast at twelve and two sausages at three o'clock."

"Only two?"

"I could take away the tray and let you starve, you ungrateful Russian," Napoleon threatened.

"Sorry, I was only joking. Thank you Napoleon for helping me but you have things to do and do not need to spend your day hovering over me like a mother hen. Do you not have your Christmas shopping to do and stockings to stuff?" Illya said, tongue in cheek.

"Hey, I decide what I want to do, and hanging out here with you is exactly what I want. You're not in any position to move around with your injuries, so you're stuck with me. I could turn on the radio for you to listen to the news, or read aloud from the newspaper for you, if you prefer."'

"Actually, conversation would be nice for the moment. " Illya put a forkful of egg in his mouth and sighed at the taste of it. "You do make very good fried eggs Napoleon. Perhaps, once my sight is restored, you could show me how to do it, as all I ever manage is to scramble them."

"That's a deal, and maybe we could go out and buy you a nice set of dishes that actually match.

"What is wrong with the ones I have? I bought them at a second hand store and they seem quite serviceable to me." He bit into his toast with a crunch.

"Illya, a plate that says The Wisconsin Cheesemakers Convention 1959 isn't very appealing.

"I suppose you are right, but I want nothing fancy like you have, and no service for twelve either."

Napoleon laughed softly. "No plain white everyday dishes and a service for four would be more than enough for you."

"That sounds agreeable, but I will keep the convention plate...for a cheese platter, "Illya snorted.

"You can be such a stubborn smart-ass at times Kuryakin."

"Yes I know, and thank you for noticing."

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