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[little_moons]

I can't really explain why the fuck I decided I needed to do this, but it's too late to back out now. We could've spent the day just like any other, the five of us plus two extra, and maybe the girls wouldn't have noticed. But it seems more and more important every day, in ways I can't really put into words, to make the best of the time we've got

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[badblood_rising]

Sam wasn't sure how he had gotten there either, but hadn't stopped to wonder that yet. Not talented in the culinary arts, he'd shown up early to help push things around and set the table. Still not sleeping much, but a little better than before, he had taken to the activity happily. Anything to keep busy. He even put on a nicer shirt this morning and his jeans looked almost new

[tricksthetreat]

Trixa was getting ready to leave when she saw the Winchester kid leaning against the bar. Taking a pull on the flask she'd slipped into her jeans, she leaned up next to him.

"You look about as awkward as I feel."

[badblood_rising]

"Gee thanks," Sam said dryly, giving Trixa a patently fake smile. Even if he was a little amused by the observation, having his abnormalities pointed out wasn't a favorite past time.

Still, Trixa was talking to him. Given how prickly she had been before, Sam had to take it as some kind of good will sign.

"Just not used to big Thanksgivings," he said, half-truthfully. "What about you?"

[tricksthetreat]

"I'm used to 'em." Trixa shrugged, "Just not quite like... this."

She waved to the crowd, kids underfoot, families chatting and friends catching up. For a loner like her, it was a little surreal.

"Usually more... casual."

[moraldyslexic]

Lennox had brought a couple desserts, banana bread, mostly, but a few other small cakes and things. Over the past four years on the island, in his quest to make the best pot laced dessert dish he could, he'd actually gotten pretty good at baking. He'd also left the pot out of the recipe this time around, figuring Mike might give him a pretty serious ass kicking if he fed some kind of marijuana cake to any kids. Thanksgiving wasn't a time for ass kicking.

He'd teased Neil about his Thanksgiving being late, but there hadn't been a Canadian Thanksgiving for Lennox this year. As much as he teased, he was grateful for it and he sure wasn't about to pass up an opportunity to spend a day with some of his favourite people on the island. Setting the desserts down, he left the dogs by the door out front, knowing they'd behave, then set out into the crowd, looking for anyone he knew.

[little_moons]

"Hey, man," I say as I brush past him on my way to the table, a big dish of mashed potatoes balanced in my arms. Finding an empty spot, I set down the dish and weave my way back of to him.

"How's it goin'?"

[moraldyslexic]

"Thanksgiving," Lennox answered, as if it made sense and gave Neil a grin. "You know, man, it's good. It's a good day today. I like this whole big Thanksgiving thing."

[little_moons]

"Yeah me too," I admit with a crooked grin, "Never really thought I would. It's pretty fuckin' crazy."

[giftless]

Edmund would have regularly forgotten about the American holidays that cropped up on the island were it not for Charlie, and once again that was the case here. Charlie having been invited, Edmund came along with. Rubbish at cooking, he had not brought anything along but, still intent upon being a good guest, he helped wherever he could. He rather liked the general idea of Thanksgiving -- being thankful for what one had -- and as the history of it proved more troublesome, he focused on the former. There was, after all, a great deal to be thankful for.

[teenagerenegade]

It's been a rough couple of weeks and Charlie pretty much still feels like he's had the shit kicked out of him. Still, it's Thanksgiving, and Charlie's got a lot to be grateful for. From behind, he wraps his arms around Edmund's waist and leans his weight against him.

"Hey."

[giftless]

"Hey," Edmund replied, turning his head enough to kiss Charlie's cheek and then his lips, though briefly on both counts. He still wasn't pleased by Charlie's past, but the displeasure had fast faded in the face of how hard Charlie had taken the appearance of those pills. "How are you doing?" he asked, rubbing Charlie's arm.

[teenagerenegade]

He manages a smile when Edmund kisses him; it's little things that keep him going. He finds one of Edmund's hands, threading their fingers together.

"I'm okay," he says. It's turned into a mantra, lately; I'm okay, I'm okay. It's like if he says it often enough, he'll believe it.

[teenagerenegade]

Charlie feels like shit, still feels like shit, but it's Thanksgiving and he wouldn't be anywhere else but here. He hasn't really eaten properly in weeks but he picks at his food, mostly staying tucked into a corner, watching what's going on and, every so often, he manages a smile.

[little_moons]

"Hey," I say, sliding myself into a seat next to him, wedged back in the corner in the goddamn shadows. He's miserable, I can practically see a fuckin' raincloud hovering over his head, but I really can't blame him for it.

Lookin' at the mound of food on his plate, my lips twitch faintly into a smile and I say, "Shit, man. Is it really that bad?"

[teenagerenegade]

"Hey," he says, and he manages to dredge up a smile for Neil. He's been kind of an asshole lately, tired and sad, but Neil's a really good friend and this is his thing, and Charlie needs to make an effort.

"It's okay," he says.
If he says it often enough, he might even believe it.

[little_moons]

"I meant the food, man," I clarify, in case he misunderstood, my hand dropping to rest on his arm.

[crazyspacegirl]

River hadn't seen "cake" mentioned much in any of the things she'd read about Thanksgiving, but she figured that maybe there'd be people who didn't like pie (not that she could understand that herself, being a fan of it), and they might appreciate the product of her baking practice. She had less than a month left before Zoe's birthday, for which she hoped to produce a perfect cake. The one she brought as her contribution was a bit too lopsided (and chewy) to call perfect, but it was edible and, she hoped, in keeping with the spirit of the holiday.

Unsure of the dress code, she'd dressed Zoe in an outfit that contained far too many ruffles and bows for the baby's taste. River hadn't given up trying to keep her from eating the decorative part of her outfit, though it wouldn't be long until she just let her try. For now, however, she was encouraging an alternative.

"Wouldn't you rather eat a roll?" she asked hopefully. "I'm sure it's much tastier than dress."

[moraldyslexic]

"Depends on what the dress is made out of," Lennox pointed out as he caught sight of River and grinned, coming over to where she stood. "If it was a dress made of sugar, I might take the dress over the bun, depending on how hungry I was and how badly I needed a sugar rush. Am I right, Zoe?"

[crazyspacegirl]

"A dress made of sugar would be awfully sticky." Though River couldn't deny the absurd appeal of such a thing, she didn't think she wanted to make Zoe wear anything that would attract insects.

Zoe, on the other hand, seemed to disagree.

"Right!" she said.

River laughed. "I'm not sure she really knows what she's agreeing to, but I am glad she's learning agreement. 'No' was getting a little bit tiresome."

[moraldyslexic]

"That just means you should take advantage of it and record her agreeing to things that will benefit you in the future," Lennox suggested brightly. "Like, for example... Zoe, you will never, ever give your mom grey hairs by dating some total jerk, right?"

It was worth a shot, he figured. Even if Zoe didn't remember it, River certainly would.