Christmas lunch for Magna and victim. Note his meat had been cut up so he can eat it with fork only, Canadian Couth strikes again. More important is it liberates his left hand for its under table expedition.
2 tiny little glasses of wine, while Magna (for the second hour running) lectures victim on the fallacy of brewer's droop. Note bowl of lately fruited cannabis plants on table camouflaged by roses in the hope the Mounties might be conned into beleiveing roses flower in December (see open venetian blind slat behind victim.
Note incredibly tightly curled and dyed hairpeices and girlie's razor parting with bleached roots. Flat chest. No make-up.
Don't worry, the silence will crack, they will start rubbing nanimao pie in each others' cleavages, and another successful Magna christmas will start!!!!!!!!