No invasion, but there's pie

[jla_extras]

The heroes continue to arrive and partake in the Thanksgiving feast, with varying degrees of relief that the "alien invasion" was merely a ruse.

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[kidflash2]

Bart's there, allright - and extra-hungry, having spent hours at super-speed just recently helping to partially reconstruct the Alcatraz facility to hold the escaped supervillains his Titan team-mates were subduing.

Even the normally sleep-inducing turkey can't slow him down.

[mari_grayson]

"Thank you!" She gives him a lingering kiss on the cheek as she accepts the plate and fork. "Let's sit down and eat."

[damage_granted]

Emerson turns his face to better accept the kiss, then follows Mar'i to the table, sittind down beside her. Picking up his fork, he begins to work on the main course.

"Y'know, I have to agree with Starfire about the alien invasion thing," Grant says, reaching for his glass of Zesti. The bruises have faded and the shoulder is feeling a good deal better, but the memories of the ordeal a few weeks ago are still fresh in his mind.

[mari_grayson]

"I kinda am, too," she admits after the first bite of dessert. "We've all been kinda jumpy."

[damage_granted]

Really, he'd just rather not think about any of it, not today. He's here with good company, eating good food, up on the Moon - the Moon!

Looking over at Mar'i, Grant shifts his legs under the table, bumping her foot with his own, that same stupid smile on his face. "First superhero Thanksgiving for me in four years," he says, popping a bit of turkey into his mouth.

[mari_grayson]

Her foot nudges his back. "What did you do last year?"

Her dessert is already almost gone.

[damage_granted]

"Last year...?" Grant asks, looking at her, eyes a little wide. He turns his eyes toward his food again, apparently rather lost in thought.

Last November seems a lifetime ago now, especially after the events of the last few weeks.

"I was in Baltimore. Just a normal day, had the day off from work, was all," Grant says thoughtfully.

[mari_grayson]

"I don't think you could call this normal," she says thoughtfully, scraping the chocolate-strawberry crumbs with the edge of her fork and looking at the moonscape. "If they have an EVA suit in your size, would you like to go for a walk later?"

[damage_granted]

"Well, no, probably not, but that's ok, you know? Last year, normal for me meant watching football and eating a sliced turkey sandwich," Grant explains, nudging her foot again.

"So, no, this isn't normal, but it's better," he says, turning his eyes toward Mar'i again, leaning over and kissing her softly on the cheek. "A lot better."

At her question, Grant tilts his head to the side. "A walk? Uh, yeah, sure. That sounds good."

[mari_grayson]

There's that beaming smile again. "Great! I don't need a suit out there so all we'd have to do is find one for you. I don't think we could go near Tranquility, but maybe I could fly us over it if you want to see the flag."

[damage_granted]

Taking a forkful of mashed potatoes, Grant nods at her explanation. The Sea of Tranquility, the landing site of the first lunar landing mission. Amazing to think the flag is still there.

"You want anything else to eat?" Grant asks.

[mari_grayson]

"Is there any more of this?" She waves her fork over the empty plate. "Or anything else chocolate I missed?"

[damage_granted]

"I'm not sure," Grant says, looking from her plate to the table. "Flash may have grabbed all of it. I'll go take a look though, ok?"

He leans over and kisses her cheek again. It's not like he'll be gone for a while, but he can't ever pass up an opportunity, almost as if he's trying to convince himself this is really real.