[harry's up making a nicer breakfast than usual, in his apron and all in the kitchen. he'd saved all the best ingredients and did a little extra shopping to try and make the things he knows eggsy enjoys but they couldn't always spare the extra money on, at least not before relocating and getting steady income. he's already turning when he hears the boy light across their creaky little floor, but he can barely open his mouth and say:]

Happy Chr--

[--before he's being met with an armful of eggsy in a very lovely hug. he's warmed from the inside out, honestly, and no it's not the frying pan on the stove. he smiles softly even though eggsy won't be able to see it and wraps his arms summarily around him too.]

Happy Christmas, Eggsy.

We can work on your stealth detection another time; it's a holiday today and I can't bear to have you out of business yet.