They have a comforting smell. Matt may not know the exact tin but it brings to mind one that lived on the table for a few hours every few weeks. Between Matt and his father they could clean it out fast. He can pace himself now. Honest.

"I get a wreath sometimes for the smell. My business partner put sleigh bells on the door." Things Matt can take in.

He sets down his mug carefully. "For me?" He smiles and reaches for the object with both hands. "Steve, jeez."