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Moist is singing an Uberwaldian Hogswatch song as he enters and dusts some snow off his overcoat.

He spots Franz and Urquhart and beams before coming to sit down and kiss and hug them both, "What are you reading?"

"Hey, you!" Urquhart says, putting the book down to properly kiss Moist before answering more.

Franz is doing the complete 'dog over the moon with happiness' thing, wagging his tail and dancing around and yipping with pleasure at seeing his other human again.

"It's a book," Urquhart then says, "about politics happening in a world a lot like mine, only not. It's strangely compelling."

Beat.

"Was that you singing?"

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"Yes, it was. There were carolers and it was a song I knew so I joined in. Yes, Franz, I've missed you too,"

He's down on the floor with Franz at this point and laughing as he gets slobbery kisses.

Franz is wagging his tail madly, whipping it quite hard against Urquhart's legs.

"So it's Hogswatch there again, now the bar is celebrating Christmas?" he says, grinning at the dog with affectionate amusement. "That dog really loves you to bits! His tail will come off first."

"Yes and I'm still not too far from Uberwald because Hogswatch needs proper snow. Would you like to go play in the snow, Franz and charm all the little old ladies?"

Franz wags his entire rear end now, understanding clearly that he's being offered something really fun.

"I think that means yes," Urquhart comments.

"Good,"

Moist leans back so he's leaning on Urquhart's legs,

"There's a market and people are selling some delicious pastries. I'm being a businessman passing through."

"You think we can charm them into giving us pastries for free?" Urquhart grins, stroking Moist's neck, which he can easily reach.

"I know we can. I've been playing up being someone who's been away from the borders of Uberwald for too long. The singing was helping with that,"

The stroking is wonderful and Moist makes a rather content sound as Franz settles himself in Moist's lap area.

"You have been away from there for quite a while," Urquhart says. "On the other hand, skirting the truth in the stories one tells on a job can be very helpful to solidly base a fabricated story on."

He's done things like that as well, on jobs.

"I'm not planning on going through the pass but it's a nice area to be in for Hogswatch."

"Oh yes," Urquhart says. "Especially with the pastries."

"And the singing and the proper boars to pull the Hogswatch sleigh,"

The Hogfather is meant to be frightening and Moist finds on the plains, they make him a little too safe.

"Boars," Urquhart says. "Interesting tradition."

Last year, there had been the ball, but Urquhart hadn't heard much about boars, or mythical men in red.

"Haven't I told you about the Hogfather?" Moist reaches up to take Urquhart's drink, he's thirsty.

Urquhart pushes it towards him

"No, you didn't," he says. "There were some ornaments -- something with a sleigh and presents?"

"It's to celebrate the solstice and the Hogfather has a sleigh driven by wild boars. The idea comes from a king who heard three sisters complaining of having nothing to eat and threw a bag of sausages through their window. I've always enjoyed it,"

He sips the cider and relaxes more into his seat.

Urquhart reaches down to massage Moist's shoulders.

"It sounds like an amusing holiday, with pastry and sausages," Urquhart says. "Holidays and food belong together in other places, too."

"Mm, yes, it's always great fun and people turn very generous."

"Generous is good, especially in combination with sausages, isn't it, Franz?" Urquhart chuckles.

"The very best sausages for Franz and we can investigate some other opportunities,"

Moist has a number of ideas but hasn't decided which one to use yet.

"People tend to be generous about other things, too," Urquhart says. "And when food and drink are shared, so are stories; and some of them might be ripe for the picking."

"Mm, yes, I've missed working with you,"

He strokes Urquhart's thigh as that's what's closest.

Urquhart bends down and kisses the top of Moist's head; and as he's bending anyway, he ruffles Franz' ears.

Moist turns to kiss Urquhart on the lips as he's bending down already.

Urquhart returns the kiss, long and deep, equal parts contentment and desire.

Contentment to have Moist back; desire for more touching, pleasure, joy.

Moist has missed this and he's going to enjoy showing Urquhart more of Hogswatch.

While they are kissing, Urquhart's hands slide down Moist's chest, feeling the familiar planes and angles underneath the warm winter clothes.

"Mm," Moist shifts so that he's sitting on the couch with Urquhart as Franz wuffs at them and goes to sleep. His humans are being happy and silly together.

Urquhart puts his arms around him and pulls him close, to kiss him deeply.

He tastes of the mulled cider, and of the cold places he's come in from.

This kiss is making Moist forget that they're in Milliways, he'd forgotten just how potent Urquhart's kisses can be.

"You taste of cider and winter," Urquhart murmurs as he has to come up for air; then, he bends his head for another intense kiss.

"Two of my favorite things," Moist says as he pulls Urquhart closer.

Urquhart loops a long leg around him, pulling him closer, almost into his lap.

"We can add a few more..." he suggests.

"Yes, but no cells," He'd rather not start his visit off that way.

"Definitely not one of my favourite things," Urquhart chuckles. "And yours neither, I'd guess!"

"No, not at all. Let's head upstairs so I can get rid of a few more layers."

Yes," Urquhart nods. "Let's take a jug of this; food can come later. There's a fire going in the brazier in my room, so I suggest we take that?"

"That sounds wonderful. Come on, Franz, time to go upstairs."

The dog gets up, shakes himself, then leads the way upstairs.