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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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"Did you take any green beans?" Tara asked, around a mouthful of same. "I would eat vegetables all the time if they were always like this."

"I did!" Sookie said, pointing at her plate with her fork. "Thanksgiving always makes me wonder why I don't eat just tons and tons of cranberries. Then I remember they aren't always cooked with sugar into a jelly, but still."

"I like them in muffins," Tara said. "So ... basically baked with sugar in cake. Does anybody just eat them without sugar?"

"Probably the same people who like grapefruit without sugar," Sookie said wisely.

"Evil, wrong people with broken tastebuds," Tara decided, with a firm nod. "It's, uh, Good to see you around. I didn't get the chance to say that at the meeting yesterday."

"Thanks," Sookie said with a small smile. "Sorry I keep getting your girlfriend in trouble in my world. Though, did she tell you how awesome she was? She saved me from this scary werewolf chick. Shoved her out my bedroom window. It was really cool. Or would've been, if I was watching a movie or something and wasn't scared."

Tara shook her head as she swallowed another bite of green beans. "Don't worry about it," she said. "I mean, I would like it if she was always here and, uh, all snuggly in bubble wrap, but that's not Kennedy. She'd go crazy if she wasn't helping people once in a while, y'know? And she always seems to come back in one piece."

She managed not to let herself add 'so far.'

"Well, if I have my 'druthers," Sookie mused, prodding at some stuffing, "2010, at least, will finish without any more incidents like that one, or the one in Karla's world. We can all just have a nice, quiet Christmas, without kidnappings or explosions. And then the restless kids -- Bobby's the same way, too -- can go off and do their thing and leave us fretting."

"If I had wine, I'd say I drank to that," Tara agreed. "There's been drama all fall, right? I just want some time to calm down. Maybe some snow. It's pretty."

"I'm sure that we'll get some," Sookie said, with a significant raise of her eyebrows. Because after all, even if it didn't actually snow soon, she was sure it could be arranged. They had connections, after all. "Besides, snow's kinda a novelty for you, isn't it? Californian and all, right?

"Yeah, I'm from up North but even there it mostly just rains," Tara explained. "... it's probably colder than Louisiana, though."

She raised her eyebrows right back at Sookie. "Oooh. Think we could get help with that?"

"Probably," Sookie said thoughtfully. "I'll see about asking. 'Cause yeah, I'm not really used to snow either. We'll get about a quarter inch overnight sometimes, and frost, but that's it. Some people here think I need more exposure to the stuff."

"Any reason?" Tara asked, a little doubtfully. "I mean, just 'cause it's nice, or 'cause of Bobby, or what?"

"'Cause of Bobby," she said, shrugging. "You know how he...um, loves the snow. I'm not the biggest fan of, you know, being in it. Looking at it, sure. Playing in it for an afternoon, with many layers? Absolutely. Hanging out in it for long periods of time? Noooo."

"You should make a deal," Tara decided. "Like, he has to spend one day someplace warm for every day you have to spend in the snow."

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