This was so adorable and feel good that I read it twice, one right after the other. Fell asleep when I finished it the first time and then reread it the next day. Still just a smile worthy.
I love Easton's description's of things. They always manage to capture so much of the character and moment without explicitly stating the obvious. Great weaving.
When Fielding’s eyes said Eureka!, civilizations crumbled and gods wept.
“No. I’ve managed to escape thus far, clinging to the sides of the room like a limpet.”
And the dialogue also rocks.
She’s going to hunt me down like a fucking rabbit—this mistletoe business, really it’s sexual harassment, plain and simple, but that’s the holidays for you."
“Mine’s more traditional, though. They made a movie out of it and everything. There’s something to be said for a classic.”
“And yet, time marches forward. Hence the demise of floppy disks.”
This is just a delightful holiday treat where love transcends--gender, cliques, and stupidity.