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ms_miracle_grow November 23 2007, 05:39:31 UTC
Claire loved Thanksgiving. Like, loved it. Not as much as Christmas, obviously - nothing could beat mom's homemade sugar cookies and hot cocoa while they watched dad struggle to get the tree just perfectly straight and Bing Crosby played somewhere in the background (as Christmas also meant that her dad insisted on 'proper music education in the classics'; no one could sing White Christmas like Bing, apparently) - but sitting around a table loaded with food, just being a family? Totally great. Even though it was beyond not cool for a teenager to think that. After the year they'd had, Claire couldn't care less. It was Thanksgiving and they were a family. She was stoked ( ... )

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familyman_hrg November 23 2007, 06:06:51 UTC
Noah hugged her back, one armed, and bookmarked his page with a spare scrap of parchment before setting it aside. "Who says I'm not relaxing and enjoying myself? I'm just sitting, reading a good book." His smile faltered and he turned it over, cover down. "A decent book. You're right, your mother doesn't need to know about that." Not that it would keep him from picking it back up later--overly prepared was better than the alternative, especially with Sylar free to wander around.

He started placing plates, cups, flatware, and napkins around the table, talking as he did. (His method of setting the table might not have been the formally accepted way, but really, was it necessary to have knives on one side and forks on the other?) "So you're allowed in the kitchen. How does the food look this year? Any attempts at regional cuisine?"

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mrs_bennet November 23 2007, 06:39:33 UTC
Sandra would have argued that proper silverware placement was vital. It made the eating experience so much simpler! You reached out with both hands for a fork and a knife, and there they were. Silly Noah. Stick to looking pretty.

Sandra did not argue any of this, however, as she was in her room, changing into a shirt that wasn't covered in various cooking stains. It wasn't a real meal if you didn't make a little bit of mess.

She walked back into the living area, looking every bit the polish homemaker. "Regional Cuisine?" Sandra smiled a little, and glanced at Claire. "Well, naturally. When in Rome. Or Scotland. Claire, why don't you tell your dad all about dinner while I check on the kidney pie?"

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ms_miracle_grow November 23 2007, 06:49:45 UTC
"Defense spells?" Claire asked Noah, eyebrows raising slightly. "That's not a good book. That's research." But it wasn't like she didn't understand. They weren't safe, not anywhere, not so long as people like Sylar were allowed to walk around. And they had to protect mom, had to protect the people around them. Giving Noah a kiss on the cheek, Claire followed behind him, switching the silverware into their right spots and straightening the plates ( ... )

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