Harper's head whipped around as he heard Philip's voice behind him. "Oh no you don't. Step away from that pie Phil. You know better than to stand between me and turkey." he said with a tone of mock ferocity but a twinkle in his eye. He thought he could smell turkey when he arrived, and was very happy to find that his senses were not deceiving him. "Firewhiskey of course! And don't hold back when pouring this time either." he continued to joke.

As Philip fetched the glasses, Harper reached over and swapped the pies such that the turkey one was in front of him. Now that was much better. But his spirits may have just been crushed. "While I am so glad to hear you've sold well yesterday, I do hope you have squirreled one of your famous chocolate rabbits for me. I certainly need one after my day today." He really didn't, but of course there was no harm in playing it up. Philip was an excellent cook, but when it came to pastries and sweets he was a bona fide genius!