Sara's having a moment okay. A moment where the urge to laugh a little overpowers the fact she's trying to eat a piece of turkey with her fingers, rather than the fork on the edge of her plate, and Mick Rory just looks perfect with a crown. Someone needs a promotion. You know, since they have those. Just like pay raises.

"We could try." She declares, even though her eyes keep tugging back to the crown itself, making her eyes twinkle. "Two days a year isn't too hard, right? Especially when we miss it most years in between anyway?"