Delia cast accusatory glares at the others: Frank merely shrugged; a kind of "the gig is up! Ah well, it was good while it lasted..." look.
Lillian kicked the table on frustration. Darn it, she'd been so sure her 3am venture would be fool-proof.
Pete licked his lips surreptitiously. Had anyone noticed..?
Matriarch Marion clapped her hands together.
"Folks, we've all had the same brilliant plan. Everyone knows cold leftovers are the best bit of Christmas. Dig in..."