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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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"Will do-- I'm annoying?" Kennedy asked, laughing; she wasn't affronted by it, just amused. "The way she said it, I'm pretty sure she knows. And probably thinks you deserve to be compensated really well for the job. Oh, she said she hopes you're doing okay, too... and that you gave me hell for running off to get in trouble again."

"Not that annoying!" Tara clarified. "N-no more so than I am. And, uh ... do you think you deserved to be given hell? 'Cause I kind of like that you like going off to help people."

"If you don't yell at me for it, I won't tell her," Kennedy promised, reaching out to put a reassuring hand on Tara's knee. "It was worth it. Also? You are so not even close to annoying."

"I swear I would not curl up and die if you let me criticize myself once in a while," Tara said, squeezing the hand on her knee. "Everybody's annoying sometimes. Me included."

"And," she added, "We can totally pretend I yelled at you exactly the right amount."

"You haven't annoyed me yet," replied Kennedy, whose assessment was based entirely on that rather unscientific measurement. "And I'm not so down with anybody criticizing you, not even you."

She scooted her chair a little closer and leaned in. "It's a protective kinda thing. That whole thing where I love you, so I can't really help it."

"I love you too," Tara said, and didn't add but I can let you call yourself a pain in the ass without arguing with you because I don't think you're that fragile, which you still seem to think I am, which is both endearing and a little worrisome. It was, after all, both Thanksgiving and their sort-of anniversary.

She took another bite of green beans again. "Did Constance have anything else to say?"

...it'd probably come up again, anyway, on a non-celebratory sort of day.

"Not really," Kennedy-- blissfully unaware of the inherent problem with her attitude there-- replied. (Actually Constance had mentioned something about a meteor crashing near Sunnydale, but Kennedy didn't think that was anything significant and had disregarded it.) "Mostly just hi and happy Thanksgiving. It is a good one... right?"

"You're here, I'm here, there's way more yummy food than we could eat, and people are in funny clothes," Tara answered, if a bit tentatively. She was surprised by the question. "So ... yes? Unless you're missing Jañe too much."

"I do miss her," Kennedy admitted, "but I'm good where I am. So. Best Thanksgiving I can remember... was kinda thinking you missed your mom, though."

"Yeah, well..." Tara did, and she couldn't hide that with her half-hearted shrug. "She called this morning," she said, trying to sound more optimistic than she was. "She sounded like things are okay for her, so that's good? And it's way better I'm here than there."

"Aw, babe..." Kennedy wasn't sure what to say to that, and, at a loss, squeezed Tara's knee again. "It's good that things are okay, though. Wish I'd thought to ask you to tell her hi from me."

She smiled slightly. "And, y'know, thanks from me too. Next time you talk to her?"

"Someday," Tara promised, with a tiny smile, "I'll find a way to get you out there to meet her. Promise."

"Good. 'cause I want to," Kennedy replied quietly. "Right now, though, I'm just glad you're here."

"Being with you is the biggest thing I have to be thankful for," Tara answered, equally quiet and, for the moment, perfectly content.

Kennedy moved to lean her forehead against Tara's and draw her into a quick hug.

"I've never been this glad to have someone in my life before," she murmured. "Thanks for that, babe."

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