[For Phoenix, last Christmas was spent finding out that his best friend of fifteen years (kind of) had been accused of murder, and thus spent the entire day frantically running around town trying to prepare for the trial of said best friend. WHAT DO.]

Ah, that's good. I was worried Pidge wouldn't be able to carry it all...

Oh, er-- [PHOENIX IS NOT GOOD AT THIS. He rubs the back of his neck, glancing away.] You don't need to get me anything in return, Mr. Cooper.