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Cafeteria | Afternoon | Thursday | November 25

It was Thanksgiving Day. It was time for parades, football and food. Currently, Alex was leaning against one of the walls in the kitchen, watching the catering company set up for dinner. There was a shitload of food and his stomach growled just watching.

It was good to be president. He got to delegate everything.

When one of the caterers stepped forward and thrust a plastic wrapped garment bag in his hand, Alex frowned.

"What?"

"Outfits for the dinner," the caterer said. "The contract states that we make and you serve the food. No fulfillment of the contract, no food."

Confused, Alex unzipped the bag and peeked inside. The costume was not cool at all.

"Are you serious?" Alex asked, glaring. "No way!"

"No costumes," the caterer said, already signaling his workers to get ready to package the food up, "no food."

Alex continued glaring at the caterer and the costume. He hated his life.

[OCD is up and this is posted early for SP, of course!]

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Firekeeper had a plate piled high with all sorts of food. And another plate, consisting entirely of meat that she'd picked up for Blind Seer. Once they'd maneuvered their way to a table, the pair started in to their meals with equal gusto.

Food was serious business when you were a wolf.

Tahiri, with Ben the kitten in his rigged-up carrier strapped across her chest, approached with her plate of food and asked solemnly, "How many plates is this for you now?"

"Only second!" Firekeeper said, giving Tahiri a mock-offended look. "I need to be making sure there is room for sweet things after."

Ben let out a plaintive mew, and Tahiri laughed as she stroked his ears. "Yeah, that means you'd better be saving room for ice cream too. Don't come yowling to me if you overeat before then; it won't be my fault."

She held up her other hand in a placating gesture. "I trust you two to know your own stomachs; I wouldn't think you'd accidentally overeat. Not when there's entire tables of dessert."

"Blind Seer is not so much a fan of dessert, but that is okay," Firekeeper said with a smirk. "This way he leave more for me." She tilted her head at the kitten accompanying Tahiri. "Is this Ben?" she guessed. The mention of ice cream was a pretty good clue.

"In the whiskers," Tahiri confirmed, smirking. "Say hi, Ben."

The kitten gave her an exasperated look, but mewed at Firekeeper and Blind Seer.

"Good boy," she said cheerfully, and fed him a bit of turkey. To Firekeeper she added, "And he hasn't gotten cranberry sauce on his fur yet, thank the Force."

She got another aggrieved look for that; what, like Ben wasn't perfectly capable of cleaning his own fur?

Firekeeper laughed. "It may be easy enough to clean your fur," she told Ben. "But is a waste of good food."

"Not when he'd be licking it off, I bet," Tahiri said, nuzzling the top of Ben's head. "Or at least I think that's what he's saying."

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