December 1st:
"And what are your Christmas Eve plans, Inspector?" Phryne asked less than subtly. He was standing at his office door, waiting for her to leave so that he could close up.
"Christmas is usually our busy season, believe it or not. I usually end up working." He informed her.
"Waiting for Santa with a gun." She raised her eyebrow. "Now there's a jolly thought. And here I was going to invite you to have dinner with us. Do you think you could squeeze us into your busy schedule?"
Jack was visibly surprised by the offer. He didn't know her that well, personally-speaking. Although, she was in the habit of collecting lost souls. Maybe he was just another name on her list.
"Say you'll try." She commanded, and he knew that she wouldn't leave without an answer.
"I'll try." He feigned a vow to appease her.
"Good." She smiled broadly. "And if there is a murder, I'll bring the mistletoe and you can bring the handcuffs and we'll make Christmas happen all on our own." She whispered with a wink.
He knew very well that she was pushing boundaries just to push, but damn if his face didn't grow warmer at the suggestion.
"Good night, Miss Fisher." He dismissed her with a gesture to the open door.
"Good night, Detective Inspector." She purred as she sauntered away.