Felix wasn't around when Lilah left for work -- he often isn't, when she has a weekend morning shift -- but he is when she gets back, sprawled out on their bed counting out money from a tin (it looks like the kind of donation can often seen in supermarkets, and says it's for Regan Hope Project) into two piles, and humming Angels We Have Heard On High to himself. He's also wearing a santa hat. There are cheap decorations around downstairs, and some more in here, along with a fairly large bag of what look like fake-christmas-tree limbs -- but those have been there since two nights ago.

He can hear her long before he can see her; Lilah's humming, as well. Though for her, it's All I Want For Christmas Is You, sung in a sort of Marilyn Monroe-esque coo. She gets about halfway up the stairs to their room, and then breaks off singing entirely. When she opens the door to their room, peeking in, she's got a broad smile on her face. She closes the door behind herself, leaning back against it, and smiling as she listens to him sing. For now, she doesn't interrupt, making very little noise-- well, other than the noise the shopping bags and grocery bags she's carrying make, that is.

Felix switches songs when he hears Lilah's singing as she heads up the stairs, joining in with hers, though he doesn't cut off when she does -- and he's singing properly now, not just humming. It's the only indication he's noted her arrival, though, as he's still focused on what he's doing even as she quietly opens the door and slips in. "'cause I just want you here tonight, holding on to me so tight. What more can I do?" He looks up at her then, grinning and giving her a wink as he continues, "Oh, baby, all I want for Christmas is you..."

Lilah is positively beaming as she listens to him sing, and that wink makes her duck her head down almost embarrassedly as she lifts a hand up to tuck a curl behind her ear. By the time he reaches, 'All I want for Christmas,' she sings along in that Monroe-esque coo, "Is you..." along with a playful point in his direction. She starts strolling over in his direction casually, though he can probably tell she's being careful not to disturb the piles o' cash. "Howdy," she murmurs quietly when she's close, and bends down to take a seat beside or behind him, whichever won't break his line of sight to his piles o' dough.

She doesn't have to worry too much -- though Felix was lying on his stomach when she came in, he pushes up to sit cross-legged as she moves in to join him, leaving plenty of space both beside and behind him, whichever she prefers. The piles aren't huge, but they're reasonably respectable. One, one might note, seems to have some checks among the bills and coins; the other's only cash. "Hi there," he replies, leaning to try to steal a kiss, "You're home early, ain'tcha?"

He's easily able to steal that kiss, and Lilah steals one in return. It's only fair. She's sitting behind him, and leans in to kiss the side of his neck lightly, as well. "Started snowin' an' suchlike, comin' down pretty heavy. With the rain earlier... they figure ground's icy enough, and their business bein' so slow, they let some o' us go early." She shrugs, sitting two of the bags she brought home with her behind her back, while the grocery bags are offered out to him. "Reckon you don't need my leftovers no more, you bein' all richy-rich now, but eat this burger for ol' times' sake." She grins and wraps her arms around him.

"Rich as thieves!" Felix exclaims exaggeratedly, and leans back against her, "...which ain't that rich, honestly. Leastways, not any I ever knew, an' I've known a lot. Also, ain't keepin' that part." He gestures to the pile with the checks in it. "So I reckon I still need your burgers to keep body an' soul together." He turns his head to kiss her again, this time on the cheek, and accepts the offered bags. They clearly need to be poked around inside.

"Rich as ... as rich thieves?" Lilah suggests. "I reckon bank robbin' thieves, if they live, an' don't get caught, which ain't a gimme, but if so... they'd be pretty dang rich." She kisses his neck again, gently, and then looks over to the pile he gestured at. Her cheek lifts up in a smile as he kisses it, and she runs a hand through his hair idly. The bags contain: a burger meal with fries, a bunch of cold mashed potatoes, and ... yet more fries. But this time there's even plasticware-- and a slightly melty milkshake, that has yet to spill. Yet being the operative word.

The pile looks possibly slightly smaller than the one Felix apparently IS keeping, but maybe the checks make the difference. "Heyyy," he says, pulling the milkshake out, and poking around some more until he finds the straw for it. He has a good sip of it before offering some to Lilah. "I reckon bank-ownin' thieves do better. An' they don't even gotta worry 'bout gettin' caught." It's the first day of his moon, and the spark of anger that remark brings along with it is possibly related. Possibly. Still, he's in a good mood, and not even as manic as the larger moons often make him. Yet, anyway.

Lilah smiles warmly to him as she watches his reaction to the shake, and she's happy to share in a drink before pulling back and kissing three times down his neck with her cold lips. "Yeah, ya got a point," she says simply, and rests an arm around his neck and down onto his chest. Her palm rubs his chest softly, and then she kisses the back of his head, rubbing her cheek up against him.

Felix shivers at the cold kisses, grinning again, and he leans into her some more when she's done, sipping the shake and pulling the burger and its associated fries from the bag. "So," he says after eating several of the fries and attempting to feed Lilah a couple as well, "reckon I'm gonna be challengin' for Fostern sometime soon."

Lilah wraps her other arm beneath one of his and around his stomach as he leans back into her. She rests her chin on his shoulder, and smiles broadly when she hears what he has to say. "Ya reckon?" she asks, not sounding too surprised he's thinking about it. She lets him feed her those fries, munching thoughtfully, and ends up saying, "Who ya reckon you're gonna challenge, then? Or you decided that yet?" Another kiss to his neck, warmer this time, and she adds, "Now you're rich, AND I'm movin' up socially? Hitchin' my wagon to your star was a good'un, if'n I do say so m'self." A quick nip to his neck, and she's quiet again, smiling.

"Well, Justin says Watcher's talkin' 'bout it, an' it'll just be weird if I'm the only one left," Felix says, with a slight shrug, "so yeah, reckon so. And I dunno. Only one Fostern Galliard I met 'round here, Charlene, an' I don't see her much. Dunno what she thinks of me or nothin', done caern shit for her, but we ain't never talked proper. Can't bug none of the Adren. Justin said I should just challenge him, seein' as we're coyotes an' everyone knows we ain't honourable anyhow, but I dunno. Reckon folks might think maybe I only made it 'cause we're pack. Well, assumin' I did, but since he's the one brought the whole thing up..." Another shrug. "Don't see a lot of the others. Could challenge Briari." Doesn't sound particularly enthused about that one. "At least I can usually find her. An' we ain't killed each other yet. Winter, maybe, if I saw him 'round more. He seems pretty cool. Although it'd be kinda nice to be able to challenge someone I can go with more'n 'seems'. 's just... ain't that many, hereabouts."

Listening closely, Lilah nonetheless strokes her fingers over him, and occasionally plants a kiss on the side of his head. When he's had his say, she comments thoughtfully, "Well, y'already know this, but whoever ya wanna challenge, 'n however it goes, I'm in your corner. Ain't much more I can do, but ya got that, at least. Maybe ya could wait a month 'r two, see if'n ya can get to know Winter 'r Charlene better. An' if not..." She shrugs. "Like I said, I'm in your corner no matter whatcha pick."

Felix wrinkles his nose. "I hate waitin'," he says, information she surely has no inkling of. "Fuck, I nearly just went with challengin' Briari this mornin', 'cause she was =there=. No point puttin' shit off." Except arguably the one she just made. He turns his head to try to kiss her lips. "...an' thanks. I know, but... y'know. 's nice. I 'ppreciate it."

That kiss is accommodated and returned, and Lilah leans her head against his after. "I know," she says simply, of his dislike for waiting, "An' if ya can't, ya can't. Or if ya don't wanna." She plants a soft kiss on the side of his neck, and then murmurs, "If ya don't make it, there's always next time an' I'll be here to 'console' ya, an' if you do... then I getta 'congratulate' ya." Naturally, she manages to make those two words sound lecherous. Very much so, for this being her. Then again, she's getting bolder month by month.

Felix glances sidelong at her, one corner of his mouth quirking up. "Yeah? Well, then. ...y'know, I've had a real hard day so far. Maybe you oughta 'console' me for that." Somehow the hardness of his day is not particularly convincing. And she knows it could be if he wanted it to.

"I might could do that," Lilah says idly, with a soft laugh. "But I'm the one that's been workin', so maybe you oughta console ME. Yeah, I reckon that's how this should go." She grins and places several kisses down his neck before casually mentioning, "I gotcher holiday stuffs, if'n you wanna open 'em early. Reckon you're gonna be in a foul mood come Christmas, so onna' one hand, maybe you'll need a pick-me-up, but onna' other hand, I might could think o' somethin' else in place o' gifts, an' this could liven up your oh so hard day. How *you* figure?"

"What, you think I ain't been workin'?" Felix says, endeavouring to look wounded. He'd probably press a hand to his chest if they weren't full of food. "Been walkin' my feet off all mornin'! An' before that I had to go ask =Briari= for =help=." And before that he was probably at a party all night, but why rewind that far? He does a good woeful. It does lift a bit as he continues, "...holiday stuffs, huh?" The temptation is clear, and his disinclination to wait has already been covered, but even so, he considers several seconds before deciding, "...nah. Gifts should be then. But you might could think of somethin' else toDAY..."

"Why'd you hafta ask Briari for help?" Lilah hones in on the important part of all that. She seems surprised but not disappointed that he chooses to put off the gifts. Instead, she kisses him on the neck again before nipping lightly as she ponders that last bit. She makes a show of REALLY thinking about this one, and then blinks innocently with a shrug. "I can't think o' nothin'," she says, far too cheerily.

Felix wrinkles his nose, and would probably flop down on his back dramatically if he didn't have a Lilah propping him up. "You remember that tower we got told to stay away from? 's got a pack of Dancers in it, an' some super fomor came outta it, an' I dunno WHAT all else, but upshot is, it needs dealt with. An' plan B or C or some letter after A anyway involves blowin' the place to kingdom come." He can't quite avoid sounding faintly gleeful about that prospect. "Anyway, Thane reckons in case they gotta go with that, they need a fall guy. Not just for mortal law shit, but also 'cause someone Wyrmtype's in charge of those Dancers an' all that shit an' if there's no better option we're the obvious suspects. So, he asked if we coyotes could scare up some other Wyrm group we might could pin shit on. We reckon those vampires'd prolly fit a frame right nice, but... we gotta find 'em before we can suggest 'em. An' we ain't found 'em all this time. Raggies got this knack for findin' things, or at least people, an' all they need's somethin' like a name. Plus she's got all that creepy camera spyin' shit goin' on. So. We don't got the name we need yet, but I hadda go see if she'll give us a hand." He slumps back against her, managing to look woeful again even while sipping the shake. It may actually be more sincere this time. "Now I really do need consolin'."

Lilah just smiles at that wrinkle of his nose, placing another soft kiss on him, though this time it's an extremely chaste one. To his cheek. She grows more serious as he gives the answer, though, pursing her lips and listening closely. "Did she 'gree to help?" she asks, but before he can answer, she's covering his mouth with hers, in a far less chaste manner.

Answers can wait; Felix is more than willing to kiss her back instead, closing his eyes and focusing on that. A much nicer topic! Somehow the other one doesn't come up again for a while after that.