Mistletoe & Molly

Oh!

I am so sorry, Cam.

It's cool.

I had to stop at the downtown shelter,

and my car's still in the shop.

I thought you were picking it up last week.

I still owe the mechanic one payment.

I thought you had it!

Oh, wait. Let me guess.

There was this dog.

First of all, it was a cat.

And the poor thing got hit by a car,

and when the shelter vet called me, I just, I had to...

You just had to chip in, as always.

Molly...

Your soft spot for furry creatures

is going to send you to the poor house.

Here you go.

Hey!

How about your interview? Have you heard back yet?

Not yet, but I'm still hopeful.

I really want to work there.

Rollins and Ward.

I've heard of them.

Really?

No.

Ha-ha!

Well, trust me, they are huge in advertising.

Bigger then the Bishop Agency?

It's a joke.

I of all people know how you feel

about being under your dad's thumb.

I mean, you left his firm to work here.

That says everything.

God, Cam, I really want this job.

Actually, you really need this job.

Cafe's closing at the end of the year, remember?

Yeah, I can't believe Mr. Bartlett sold it.

I can. After his wife died,

he just didn't care anymore.

You and I have practically single-handedly run the place

for the last six months.

It's true.

Hey, since Mr. Bartlett is never in anymore,

why don't we start selling dog treats?

I found this amazing recipe.

We could make it organic. It would be great!

One day they're going to find you're buried

under a pile of dogs and cats.

You know that, right?

Hmm.

I can't think of a better way to go.

Bye.

Oh, Lynn.

I sold one of your knitted sweaters.

Really?

Your last client bought one?

I did not peg that MMA fighter as the type to put

a holiday sweater on a cat.

Apparently it's a hairless cat.

She gets cold this time of year.

Oh.

This wouldn't have anything to do with the fact

that I won't take a holiday bonus from you?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Did we even discuss that?

You already donate a ton to your nephew's school.

That is enough.

And you could clean your desk once in a while.

- No time. - No time.

I know.

Dinner. Make sure you eat it.

It's the usual, turkey, Swiss on rye

from your favourite cafe down the street.

Yes, Mom.

Thank you, Lynn.

My pleasure, and don't work too late.

As you know, I'm Headmaster Johnson

with an update for you.

Thanks to the generosity of an anonymous donor,

the Hartford School for the Hearing Impaired,

which was scheduled for teacher funding cuts this month,

will instead continue at full operation.

Stop staring at him, Cam.

You're being creepy.

Am I?

You're the one making his sandwich

before he's even ordered.

I can't help it, okay?

He's hot!

Dad?

Who else?

Hey!

I hear it might snow today.

Bite your tongue!

Oh, come on! It's not Christmas without a little bit of snow!

White and bright...

Silent night.

Holy night.

All is calm.

All is -

Shh!

Look, you know I love your singing,

but I only have $47 in my bank account,

and I can't afford for it to snow until I get my car

out of the shop.

Not sure that itty bitty Mini even counts as a car.

This mild weather is my salvation, my friend.

He's here?

I don't mean to interrupt.

I can always hop back there and grab something myself.

Oh, no. Sorry. What can we get you?

May I have the -

Turkey and Swiss on rye, extra mayo,

hold the tomato.

Wow.

That's...

Well, you come in every day,

and you always order the same thing.

And when you can't, your mother picks it up for you.

My mother passed away when I was 18,

so I assume you mean my executive assistant, Lynn?

Um... I'm sorry.

No, no. No problem.

With all the people that come through here,

it's just impressive that you remember my order.

I remember everybody's orders.

He hates pickles.

Just testing.

Thank you.

Don't, don't say it.

Wasn't gonna.

You might be the only person on the planet

that still reads the actual newspaper.

Well, nice to read something without ads popping up

all over the place. Plus...

Mm-hmm.

If I brought my laptop with me, I'd never eat lunch.

Yeah, I get that.

Colleges still do paid medical studies, right?

I can lend you the money to get your car

out of Henry's garage, Molly.

No, it's fine. I'll figure it out.

Henry can be nice.

Sometimes.

You can get that.

I'll just leave the money on the counter.

Thank you. Sorry.

Hello, Mulberry Cafe.

Hi, Darcy.

Uh, yeah, yeah, I can cover it.

Okay, bye.

Please tell me you did not just take another shift?

I need the mon--

What?

Uh...

Aiden Ford, Consultant.

Well, I'd let him consult with me any time.

He was eavesdropping.

We weren't exactly whispering.

Hey, now you can fix your car!

No, I will be right back.

If you don't want the money, at least let me have it!

Mr. Ford! Mr. Ford!

This, this is too much.

It's Aiden, please. And no, it's not.

It's for you.

I can't accept this.

Look, Molly, right?

Yeah.

Molly, it's my job to fix people.

It's what I do for a living.

So, take the money. Please.

Go get your car back.

I fix people?

So, he's a tiny bit arrogant.

But also cute.

So very, very cute.

Whose side are you on?

You're right.

An attractive, successful man tries to help you out.

Disgusting.