Setting: Neighborhood grocery store, shopping for random food items, talking about dinners.

 

Me:        … and I forgot that you ate all the onions, so I couldn’t put the taco soup in the crock pot. And that’s why we need to buy something for dinner. Or at least onions.

 

The Boy:        Hey, you know what we should make in our crockpot?

 

Me:        What?

 

The Boy:        Mulled wine. We should make a big batch of spiced mulled wine and have everyone over for a winter party.

 

Me:       Oh. Ah. Hmm….

 

The Boy:         Yeah, spiced  red wine. With nutmeg. And cinnamon.

 

Me:        I think we can probably do that.

 

The Boy:       And chopped up apple.

 

Me:        Alright. But that’s all I’m promising, just nutmeg, cinnamon and apple. If we just throw everything we want in there without following a recipe it will end up gross.

 

The Boy:        Yeah. No squeeze of lemon.

 

Me:      What?

 

The Boy:        That’s how Captain Mormont likes it. No lemon. He’s very particular about his spiced wine.

 

Me:      What are you talking about. Oh. Wait. You are suggesting we throw a party specifically for the purpose of recreating a recipe for a drink that a supporting character in Game of Thrones prefers?

 

The Boy:       Yes.

 

Me:        I think we can do that. I mean, winter *is* coming.

 

Semi-spoiler laden bonus scene:

Me:       … so would we really just be throwing a Game of Thrones theme party then?

The Boy:       I guess so. What do you do for that?

Me:        Wait till everyone shows up, lock all the doors and have someone start playing The Rains of Castamere on the violin and freak all of your friends the fuck out.