Yeah, the special occasion is "I'm fucking starving".

[That and the fact he's utterly sick of fast food and coffee. Fynn is having a culinary renaissance right about now. The man's preparing a fancy chicken alfredo dish with fresh vegetables he means to chop up in a bit. His hair is swept back for now and Tied in a surprisingly neat tail. He's been bumming around the house for most of the day doing chores. So today's uniform consists of a t-shirt and sweatpants.]

Want in on this, Ardie? [He smirks when he says that offensive nickname. Fynn knows his brother hates being called that.] Then pass the knife and let the master chef work.