A/N:

JEZUZ! New York legalized same-sex marriages! I'm not going to go into a long rant about my views. But seriously… I worship Adam Lambert, I write Malec and ship Wincest, Britanna and Klaine, and my best friend just came out. HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL?

It's been a REALLLY long time… Let me thank anyone out there who is still reading this!

I wasn't loving the Petrilude makeup video for this'un. I thought it was too much of a stretch… here's the link, though, for tradition's sake. http:/ /www . petrilude . com/?p=170

Because I didn't like the video, here's King Henry VII, a pretty crazy dude and a glut as well :) http:/ www . ago . net / henry-viii

One last thing, gluttony goes beyond just stuffing your face. That is one form (nimis). Another form is "eating too expensively" or having expensive taste in food (laute). I'm focusing on laute for this chappy…

So… yeah! Enjoy!

December in New York: snowy, grey weather, crippling cold, and the sort of bleak, oppressive feeling that makes you forget it's holiday season. Sometimes I think that the only redeeming quality of this ungodly season is that there is opportunity for ludicrously luxurious scarves and pea-coats.

Alexander, however, doesn't find the idea quite as comforting. As soon as the weather starts to turn frigid, he gets grumpy. (Almost worse than me without my Project Runway fix. Scaaaarrry…)

He stomped up the stairs, leaving an impressive trail of slush in his wake. I think that the neighbors could hear him cursing… three floors down. I honestly thought that it was quiet funny. Innocent little Alec, with a sailor's mouth: the image was ludicrous. I couldn't help but laugh.

Unfortunately, Alexander walked in while I was mid-outburst. Writhing-on-the-floor-laughing-my-ass-off mid-outburst. He did not find the situation as hilarious as I did.

"ANGEL! It's fucking cold out there!" His outburst sent me into more peals of laughter. He glared as I continued to roll around, clutching my stomach. I hadn't laughed that hard in decades; my face felt like it was splitting open, I couldn't breathe, the burn in my abs was equivalent to an obscene number of sit-ups, and I was enjoying every second of the glorious torture.

When I caught my breath, I found my boyfriend ~ the word seems so insignificant ~ huddled in a Snuggie on the couch, rubbing his biceps with a fervor I doubt I will ever see again.

I swallowed as much air as possible in one gulp, trying to re-oxygenate my blood in one big go. When I had regained enough composure, and O2, to speak, I asked, "Can I get you anything? A personal blanket, perhaps?" I flung myself across his lap without waiting for an answer. He responded with an 'uff' and an exclamation of "ANGEL!"

I, again, was the only party to find any amusement in the moment.

"And where did you find that god-awful Snuggie anyways?"

He shrugged. "You'd be amazed what we find lying around the Institute."

"I think that it belongs to your asinine, ignoramus adoptive brother. (1)" Alec's face burst into a grin, the width of which could have rivaled the one on my own face. After a moment, I insisted, "Seriously, though. Is there anything I can get you?"

"Hot chocolate would be amazing right now…" the pleading tone in his voice would have caused me to crack up again, if I weren't still recovering from my earlier "workout".

With great effort, I extracted myself from Alec's still-snow-covered form. Reveling in the spotlight, I prepared to make a great show for his benefit. Granted, the act itself wasn't spectacular in the least, but I felt the need to make such a menial task a bit more fabulous. However, my act was interrupted when he stood up.

"You plant it. I got this."

"Are you sure? Because I could bring us some from Serendipity… oooooorr Beelgiuuuum! Everybody on Eeeearth knows that they make the beeeeeest chooocolaaate." My insistence and (patented) Begging Voice went denied.

I chose to do as he asked, flopping down, flipping through TV channels for a suitable program. Ignoring the clanks emanating from my seldom-used kitchen, I relived the drama of Supernatural, Season 5 Finale. (2)

Alec walked in, two mugs of hot chocolate precariously close to spilling. My mind flashed back to the last encounter I'd had with Lightwood cooking; Alec's meager attempts at an omelet. I braced myself in preparation for a glass full of dirt. I tried to ignore the beaming look of pride on his face as I took the cup. Slowly, cautiously, I raised it to my lips.

Taking as small of a sip as possible, I ingested the vaguely chocolate-scented liquid. Within milliseconds of the vile substance touching my tongue, I spit it out in a spray reminiscent of Shamu.

"This isn't Godiva! What are you trying to poison me?" (3)

Confusion dominated his face. "No… why would I do that? It's Nestle… it was the only kind in the cupboard…"

Incredulous: I was simply incredulous. The laughter bubbled back up, despite my best efforts to repress it. "It's probably from 1980! When was the last time you ever saw me go grocery shopping? Hell! When was the last time you ever say me cook?" Possibly as a result of seeing the hilarity we were in the midst of ~ but more likely out of confusion, mimicking me because he had no idea what else to do ~ Alec started to chuckle.

It took a good five minutes for us to regain our composure. The moment one of us would start to calm, we would catch a glimpse at the teary-eyed, brick red face of the other and relapse into laughter. Finally, when we could both breathe, it dawned on me that it was lunchtime. The rumbling that was Alec's stomach was the main clue.

"You want me to grab us some lobster bisque for lunch?" I was met with a non-committal shrug. "Or clam chowder from Boston?" Another shrug. "Or, how about you pick?"

After a brief moment of decision making, his face lit up. "How about Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup? I would kill for some of that right now! Or Ramen! That sounds awesome too!" I did my best not to groan audibly.

(1) Does anybody else love the idea of Jace in a Snuggie, or am I alone here? I find it adorable and hilarious at the same time :)

(2) Supernatural has a ridiculously amazing storyline, an obscene number of inhumanly attractive men, and enough Ho Yay to drive a person mad… do you really doubt Mags would love it? Plus… SPN is just a mind-blowing show…

(3) GROWN UPS! Love that movie. Stole that quote.

A/N: Ok… this isn't nearly as long or as … good… as I would have preferred. But it's an update! I'm just trying to get something halfway decent out while my mind is still going crazy about NY!