Felix rolls his eyes. "Keep your secrets, I don't care. But don't complain about how little money you have when you're just choosing not to spend it."

He pushes Dimitri's hand--and, consequently, the broccoli--back toward his own box without otherwise acknowledging it. "Oh? Hm. It feels strange not to celebrate our own holidays while we're here. Not that I care for the pomp and circumstance, but to have them simply pass by unremarked...it's hard to feel like time is really passing."