Pam nodded, though she didn't look the least bit convinced. "I know. I just.. I hope we have enough food and that everyone likes it," she said, frowning a bit more. "Oh, god. Does everyone even eat meat?"
She dropped her head into her hands and sighed again.
"That's why we have vegetables," he pointed out. He had learned his lesson from getting death glares all night from Angela at his party back home that every get together had to have at least one thing non-meat. "And I don't think any of them are vegetarians anyway, so it won't be a big deal."
He motioned for her to sit down. "Here, sit down. You've been on your feet all day. You deserve a rest."
He really knew he'd gotten the invite totally cuz of his connections, which was cool. Free food because he knew a guy who knew a guy was always good in his books, so he hung around, just seeing what kind of people these were and if they'd make it into the Books of Cool.
Jim had wondered if the Dick guy was going to show up. Neither Pam nor he had ever officially met him, but Jim figured since he was with the group from Veronica's home he ought to invite him along too. It was just lucky he had bumped into him earlier in the day in the compound.
"Hey, man," he greeted as he approached. "Thanks for coming. Feel free to take what you want."
Dick eyed the guy up and okay, first, totally old, but not in the Lamb kind of way where he was trying to stay cool, which was just failing everywhere -- fucking Madison, had to go schtup the police. Whatever.
"All free?" he asked warily. Like they were poor or whatever?
"Yeah," he shrugged, nodding. "Take what you want, there's no place to put the leftovers. Um. My name's Jim, by the way. One of Veronica and Logan's friends. You're Dick, right?"
Cooking, was not something Logan would have listed as one of his skills. No, in fact, it was one of those things on his long list of 'Things to Learn How to Do Next Time I Have Free-Time and Patience', which was probably never going to get done. It seemed wrong though, to show up empty handed. His mother had always made a point of ordering something from a bakery when they went to other peoples homes for a meal that wasn't being catered... So Logan figured he had to bring something.
He'd settled on fruit. A bowl of it sliced, cut and peeled into what was a very tropical looking fruit salad.
Neil had looked at him like he was crazy, but whatever, Logan didn't really care.
The minute Pam saw Logan arrive, she hurried over, leaving Fiona with Jim, and greeted him.
"Hi, Logan," she said, hesitating for only a moment before pulling him into a hug. "Happy Thanksgiving."
When she pulled away, she noticed the fruit salad he had. "Ohh, you didn't have to bring anything." But, she was grinning and, somehow, looked a little relieved.
"Uh... yeah, thanks, you too," Logan said awkwardly as Pam hugged him.
Thanksgiving was far from his favorite holiday, but Logan smiled anyway and offered her the bowl. "It's just fruit," he shrugged. "But uh, I can take it back home if you really don't want it," he teased.
"No, no no. That's fine," she said, taking the bowl from him and wrinkling her nose up at him. She walked over to the rest of the food and set it down with the other, more dessert-y, foods.
"We made a lot of food, so I hope you're hungry," she told him, gesturing at Av-- the bird, vegetables, and everything else.
Wallace only knew Pam, and had only met her once, so he was a little surprised when he got invited to a party. He figured it had to do with being friends with Veronica, though, and Wallace was never one to turn down free food, so he was pretty happy to attend. And, since it was what he was brought up to do, he even brought a little something himself. The bookcase had given him a book on how to cook desserts, and he ended up attempting to make nut cookies. It'd never be as good as his mother would have made, but it would do.
He glanced around, seeing plenty of familiar faces and a couple of ones he didn't know. He headed straight for the food before he said hello, though, because damn the stuff looked good and he had to put his stuff down anyway.
"Hey, Wallace," she greeted him, walking over to take the cookies from him. "Happy Thanksgiving. I'm glad you came."
She smiled broadly at him and gestured to the layout of food. "Please. Help yourself. And, don't hesitate to tell me it sucks. I made most of it.. Regardless of what Jim says."
He handed the cookies over, looking a little sheepish. "Happy Thanksgiving to you too. Gotta tell you, Pam, I'm not really the cookie maker, V is. Sorry if those don't taste good."
He quirked a small grin, glancing down at the food. "Can't be any worse than anything I would've made. I'm sure it's fine. Thanks for inviting me."
Pam snorted, but shrugged. "They look good. I'll be sure to tell you later if they are or not," she teased.
"Well, if anything, at least the fruit salad will taste good. You can't really screw that up, right?" She chuckled to herself, then grinned. "That's why I had Jim make it."
Being English, Susan didn't exactly celebrate Thanksgiving, but she wholly approved of the spirit of it, especially here. When Jim and Pam had invited her and Jon, she had explained the premise of the holiday to Jon, including the part about the United States being a former British colony. He'd seemed a bit perplexed about that until she'd also explained that was over two hundred years before their time.
At any rate, she arrived at Jim and Pam's a little before Jon did, since they were right next door (though Ghost, knowing something was afoot in the food department, had a head start on his master and tagged along with Susan), bearing a plate of lemoncakes. "A peace offering," she said with a giggle, "from the English to the Americans."
Jim turned at Susan's voice and snorted, taking the plate of food from her.
"We're doing a good thing here, Susan," he teased, leaning down to pet Ghost on the head with his free hand. "Years of fighting between our countries are just melting away because of us."
"Yes, it's a very good thing," said Susan. "My appetite thanks you." She laughed and added, "And so does Ghost." Ghost butted his head up against Jim's hand and eyed the food interestedly. "People first," Susan told him sternly.
"Jon'll be along in a bit," she told Jim. "He wanted to go ahead and finish up his patrol route after I told him that anyone eating Thanksgiving dinner usually ends up in a contented food-induced stupor afterward. But we're both very glad you invited us."
"It should be thanking Pam. She did most of the work. Not that I didn't try to help, mind you. She said something about not wanting to blow up the kitchen," he smirked, shaking his head. He glanced down at Ghost. "Don't worry. You know Pam's going to sneak you a plate of your own soon."
He nodded in response with a chuckle. "Yeah, that's completely fine. And I'm glad you two decided to come. It means a lot to both of us."
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"I just.. I mean.." She sighed. "I want this to be nice."
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"It looks great," he assured, making her look at him. "And everything is going to be fine. Got it?"
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She dropped her head into her hands and sighed again.
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He motioned for her to sit down. "Here, sit down. You've been on your feet all day. You deserve a rest."
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"Hey, man," he greeted as he approached. "Thanks for coming. Feel free to take what you want."
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"All free?" he asked warily. Like they were poor or whatever?
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He'd settled on fruit. A bowl of it sliced, cut and peeled into what was a very tropical looking fruit salad.
Neil had looked at him like he was crazy, but whatever, Logan didn't really care.
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"Hi, Logan," she said, hesitating for only a moment before pulling him into a hug. "Happy Thanksgiving."
When she pulled away, she noticed the fruit salad he had. "Ohh, you didn't have to bring anything." But, she was grinning and, somehow, looked a little relieved.
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Thanksgiving was far from his favorite holiday, but Logan smiled anyway and offered her the bowl. "It's just fruit," he shrugged. "But uh, I can take it back home if you really don't want it," he teased.
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"We made a lot of food, so I hope you're hungry," she told him, gesturing at Av-- the bird, vegetables, and everything else.
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He glanced around, seeing plenty of familiar faces and a couple of ones he didn't know. He headed straight for the food before he said hello, though, because damn the stuff looked good and he had to put his stuff down anyway.
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She smiled broadly at him and gestured to the layout of food. "Please. Help yourself. And, don't hesitate to tell me it sucks. I made most of it.. Regardless of what Jim says."
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He quirked a small grin, glancing down at the food. "Can't be any worse than anything I would've made. I'm sure it's fine. Thanks for inviting me."
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"Well, if anything, at least the fruit salad will taste good. You can't really screw that up, right?" She chuckled to herself, then grinned. "That's why I had Jim make it."
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At any rate, she arrived at Jim and Pam's a little before Jon did, since they were right next door (though Ghost, knowing something was afoot in the food department, had a head start on his master and tagged along with Susan), bearing a plate of lemoncakes. "A peace offering," she said with a giggle, "from the English to the Americans."
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"We're doing a good thing here, Susan," he teased, leaning down to pet Ghost on the head with his free hand. "Years of fighting between our countries are just melting away because of us."
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"Jon'll be along in a bit," she told Jim. "He wanted to go ahead and finish up his patrol route after I told him that anyone eating Thanksgiving dinner usually ends up in a contented food-induced stupor afterward. But we're both very glad you invited us."
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He nodded in response with a chuckle. "Yeah, that's completely fine. And I'm glad you two decided to come. It means a lot to both of us."
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