two. ♠

[zombie_pen]

[he's just spotted a turkey, and he's grinning crookedly]

Must be Thanksgiving. Are you game, Dean?

You kill it, I'll stuff it.

[not that he has a gun to kill said turkey with. but they're Winchesters! certainly they can outsmart a damn turkey]

Yako, may I invade your kitchen this afternoon? You're welcome to join us for dinner.

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[katsuragi_yako]

Yeah, feel free to come by anytime today. I hope I'll be able to join you for dinner, though I won't know until closer to dinner-time.

[zombie_pen]

Thanks.

[all smiles]

Any reason why you wouldn't?

[katsuragi_yako]

[ a sheepish smile, to cover the fact that she's just covering herself in case Neuro takes too much interest in tossing her at things. ]

I sometimes get caught up in investigating. I wouldn't want to have you guys wait on someone as distracted as me.

[zombie_pen]

Mm, I've been known to do that myself.

We'd love to have you, since it's your kitchen and all.

[belligerency]

Kickin' it old school, huh? Hell of a Thanksgiving. All right, little bro.

[zombie_pen]

Might as well while the masses aren't in peril.

... do you have your gun?

[belligerency]

Trust me, I'm embarrassed at the thought of using my Taurus on a turkey, but be my guest.

[zombie_pen]

I'm Beretta-free, sadly. The ship didn't bring my pillow with me.