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Alien planet or not, there's no way I'm spending another Thanksgiving alone. I know I'm not the only American trapped in this place. And I can't be the only person here with a thing or two to be thankful for.

[It had been one of her favorite holidays as a child. Her mother had reminded her every year just how much she had to be thankful for growing up in the Bishop family, never needing to want for anything. They'd spend the day in one of the soup kitchens her mother helped to run and serve meals to those in need. She never complained, even as a little girl.

By the time they came home at the end of the afternoon, it seemed like Christmas had come early. Food would be spread out on the dining room table and her father would actually be home from the office in time to spend a meal with the rest of them. Eleanor would insist they all eat dinner together, It hadn't been just the Bishop family that night, but their cook and nanny and housekeeper. Everyone together, one big family.

It had been one of the first traditions to go after her mother died. Thanksgiving had become a day to slave away in the soup kitchens, nothing more.

Kate takes a deep breath, looking pointedly at the camera. If a flicker of sadness and longing crosses her face, it's in your imagination. There's no regrets here. Not one whatsoever. Life is too short to let those emotions keep dictating your every action.]

So, guys, what do you say? I've never exactly prepared my own meal but it can't be that hard. Thursday, 5 pm, my place. Bring whatever you want. I'll provide the bird.

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[Maybe she shouldn't look so happy to see Sam's reply. But there's something about his smile that brings one to her own face. It's really silly and it makes her feel uncomfortable flustered if she thinks too much about it, but she had been hoping he'd reply. Him and Simon both.]

Really? [It's the lack of friends here, she tells herself. Not that she had all that many back home to begin with. And Simon's... Simon's complicated. Not that she really minds complication all that much right now, not where Simon's involved.] That'd be great! What can you cook?

[Sam smiles back at her and it's kind of nice to see someone so pleased to see him.]

Yeah! I mean, I've got plenty to be thankful for and it'll be fun.

Uh... [Oh now there's a question.] I dunno. I could do vegetables I guess. Or... what do you eat at Thanksgiving? Besides Turkey.

[That's the right spirit. It doesn't matter if he's British and has never celebrated Thanksgiving a day in his life. He's here rather than back home in Zombieland. That right there is enough to be thankful for.

They all have something.]

Anything. Someone's volunteered to bring sauerkraut. We usually kept it a bit more traditional back when... [She falters just for a moment before shrugging off the sadness.] Back when Mom was still alive. Stuffing, pies, casseroles, biscuits...

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[He catches that moment of sadness, something thick sticking in his throat for a moment.]

Oooh, biscuits! I could make biscuits. Shortbread isn't hard, I don't think. And I could putt chocolate in it too.

[She blinks at his response. It takes her a moment, translating English to, well, English, before she realizes the mistake.

And giggling ensues.]

Not those kind of biscuits, Charming.

[What? What had he said?]

What other kind of biscuit is there?

[Oh you silly Brits.]

...the normal kind?

...that is the normal kind. I mean, one of the normal kinds. I kind of like hobnobs myself. maybe custard creams.

...I meant the America normal kind.

Savory, not sweet.

Oh well, you can't blame me for not knowing that. Are they like the ones you have with cheese at posh parties?

[She can't help but giggle a little more. He's kind of adorable, all confused and earnest like this. No wonder Simon likes making him blush. It's... endearing.]

Not exactly. They're softer than that. You guys have to have something similar.

[The laugh does actually make him look a little embarrassed.]

I have no idea. You should obviously show me what they're like, yeah?

Before Thanksgiving?

Well, if you want to. I mean, if you have time.

Sure. I mean, a trial run's never hurt anybody.

[Especially since, y'know, Kate's never exactly made biscuits before. Or any of these foods if she's being honest.]

Yeah! It can't hurt to practice.

I could probably use some with whatever I do end up making.

Okay. [She offers him a grin.] Your place or mine?

Well, our kitchen is fairly large and actually pretty neat. Simon is kind of scarily tidy so... if you want to come over...

I've noticed.

[She shrugs, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable with her statement. It's kind of become a regular thing, that thing between her and Simon, but she's still not exactly certain what kind of thing it is. She's been too frightened to have that conversation. Hawkeyes and relationships? So not a thing that go together.]

But, uh, I'd like that. Probably a lot better than using the communal kitchen.

I was kind of surprised honestly. Maybe that's mean.

[Sam at least doesn't seem to notice any oddness to the statement.]

Yeah. Probably. The houses here do have pretty nice facilities.

Maybe. But it's kind of true.

[She smirks a little. For all Simon's teased them in the past, he almost deserves this.]

Do you think he'll want in? Make it a Thanksgiving pre-party?

Yeah! I'm sure he would. Can't hurt to ask anyway, right?

Cool.

[It's not exactly cooking with Billy and Teddy but... It'll be good to have a change of scenery. She hadn't realized just how much time she used to spend outside of her apartment before arriving here. So what if a lot of that had been at Clint's lately?

It's good to have that again.]

When works for you guys?

Oh well. Today is kind of packed with... Well, not very much. And tomorrow is another busy one. All these social engagements and events. By which I mean... We really really don't have much to do so come over whenever you like.

[She scratches at her head, looking a little sheepish again.]

Yeah. For a moment, I guess I forget we're still stuck here in Luceti.

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