Anyway, do you want a present? I heard somewhere that the birth of Baby Jesus means I have to get my girlfriend a gift, one that will be judged on adequacy by everyone who asks her what her boyfriend got her.” The fact he’d just referred to me as his girlfriend was present enough. And a total shock. But I didn’t say anything about it. “Well, if Baby Jesus says so.” In true Harry style, he’d got me a giant square marshmallow, with his face printed onto it. “So you can literally eat my brains, my zombie bride.”
