You can get anything you want...

[ooeeooahah]

[ Phone, early afternoon, filtered from drones: ]

Yes, I know - anyone that wants something other than what was delivered, stop by tonight, I've got three turkeys to fry.

[ 1490 Kramden Road, Thanksgiving, early evening: ]

[ Ilsa viewed the delivery with deep suspicion... and some annoyance. ]

[ However, she did bring in the turkey and carve it

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[velesdonnersen]

[Tarvek has stopped over at his house long enough to stand as a token presence at his own table, carving the turkey Drone-Luka has made. He's said a nice, long, Germanic grace, pretended to eat, spent time with his two drone children...and then quickly, quietly slipped away, jumping in his car to join Ilsa...]

[He cuts into the background, and is met with... a vision. A SCAFFOLD! With...BOILING OIL! EEEEEEEEEEEEE!]

Ah! I see: you decided to make sure I had something to be thankful for!

Can I play, too?

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa stops in her outdoor cooking station preparations to see that light in Tarvek's eyes. ]

Oh, ye jigs and juleps...

[ Her expression is that of a rabbit that has just spotted the goshawk about to take it down. But there's a part of of her that sees what the attraction of a Spark might be in his world. ]

Ah.

[ She takes just a moment to get herself under control. You need your wits about to handle this operation. ]

This is for the turkeys. [ Firmly. ] Not anything else.

[velesdonnersen]

[Speculative consideration given. "Turkey" can cover such a marvelously broad range of beings, in English, after all...]

[Hopeful] Fried Venkeman? Pleeaaaase?

[ooeeooahah]

NO. [ She's suppressing a giggle. ] That's bad for your karma. And probably for your cholesterol levels as well.

I could use some help with these, though.

[ She gestures to the three coolers on the patio with her. ]

[heartstar_blues]

[The Captain stops by, even if he isn't in a great mood.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ That thundercloud he's wearing announces him before he's visible. Ilsa is watching for him. ]

Hey, Captain! What's your damage, hon?

[heartstar_blues]

Nothing new.

[Trying to blow off the question. He pulls out a bottle of whiskey from his jacket.]

Brought a gift for the party.

[ooeeooahah]

Coma on in, hon. Plenty of turkey and the rest inside.

[ She holds the door open for him. ]