Maybe drawn by an instinct developed over six or so years together in one way or another, Ollie looked over and met Ty's eyes as he looked over, and glanced over the papers his husband held in his hand. Things were beginning to click for him too, he thought; Eliana didn't look like Ty, but there was something around the eyes.

"That's a ways," he said. "You and your mom'll have to stay for dinner. My dad's going to come over and fry the turkey, and it's always good to have a couple of extra hands to grab the fire extinguisher when it gets away from him." There was a flicker of his too-charming smile on his lips, a little more sympathetic than it usually was. "And if you're going to help us save the yard like that, you should probably keep your strength up. Have a cookie before Bruce decides he's going to make a grab for them."