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?
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.
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.