Annie Browne answers the door in jeans and an ugly generically-holiday sweater, smiling. "Merry Christmas to you too," she jokes gently, meeting his wave with a one-armed hug. "She's just on the phone, come on in Davin. Mira!" she calls past toward the living room. "Come sit down. How are you feeling? When Mira told me what happened -- well, I'd tell you what I thought, but it's Christmas --"

"I can tell you," Etta says dryly from where she's drying dishes, and waves with a slightly self-conscious smile.

"Have you eaten? We've got leftover pie, and potato casserole --"

"We have leftover pie?" Omid Kazmi says, perking up from where he's just standing, having gotten involved in reading a newly gifted book.

"Not for you," Annie says with an affectionate smirk.

"--You too, Bubbe, love you. Mom. Breathe." Mira leans in the doorway to roll her eyes at her family. "Bubbe wants to talk to you." She hands off the cell phone and her mother takes it with a hey mom and steps away.

Mira gives Davin a warm and slightly apologetic smile. "Hey, Merry Christmas." She offers a hug. "I'm sorry about them. Upstairs?"