Alec was ambivalent on sweets for the most part. He liked them when he had them but he didn't go out of his way to seek them out. He didn't crave things like donuts and cake but he wouldn't say no to them if they were around and offered. Today, he'd have some pie and enjoy it. Tomorrow, he'd struggle to remember that pie was even a thing.

"We just didn't celebrate at all," Alec said, shaking his head. Christmas was the lone mundane holiday that they'd celebrated even though they'd been aware of the other holidays. There had been no feast in the Lightwood household, no parties where you talked about your day and your job and your feelings, nothing that seemed to accompany Thanksgiving. Alec didn't really mind missing out, though. He'd lived that way for so long that celebrating Thanksgiving was the strange thing for him.

"You have this much food when it was just you?" asked Alec, looking over. "Or did you go smaller?"