"Here's hoping for half instead of double. I haven't had to dance in a long while," he says, laughter in his tone. Lorne returns the hug without reservation, clapping him warmly on the back. "It's good to be home, ridiculously early snow aside."

He releases Colin and makes only a cursory step or two towards the open space used for dancing. "You're looking well. Older," Lorne tells him, chafing a hand against his jaw to indicate Colin's beard. "Good choice. How's the bakery?"