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As Otto got up to help, Eva eyed the bustling trainees and hunters around her. "I'd say that this all went quite well," She mused aloud, smiling at Minerva, "And it'll be my first Thanksgiving dinner with a big group ever since...well, since I came here." Because like it or not, these people were her friends, her allies, and her family now. She would have gone off to help, but it seemed as if the others were on top of things, bringing everything out quickly and setting them on the table.

She moved to take a seat, ensuring that there were two empty spots beside her. For one of them, she turned to look at Minerva questioningly, tilting her head with a smile. "Want to sit by me? Don't worry--I won't be offended if I want to go hang out with some others too!" And as for the other seat...

Eva waited until Otto appeared again, immediately waving to catch his attention. "Come on, Puppy! Sit beside me, okay?"

The food wasn't that bad as far as Leon could tell. "Well, at least you have a lot of greens here on this spread." he said thoughtfully as took a spot right by them on the right side of the table.

The wine glass was sadly empty, he was not loving that. "Who's leg do you have to hump to get a Pinot around here?"

Blinking at Otto curiously, she swung her body to the side to lightly bump her shoulder into his. Once she caught his attention, she offered him a grin.

"Everything okay, Puppy? You're awfully quiet." Though to be fair, she knew that he usually wasn't one for socialization, but she was just making sure. Hopefully that would change once everyone was seated and eating.

Reaching out, she pulled off his beanie to give him an affectionate hair ruffle.

Otto's head turned to regard Eva as she bumped him, shaking his head at her question. "M'fine." But there was so many people. A big gathering. He had learned to manage to do little bursts of socializing in small groups of... one or two...

Maybe once the food rolled around it would prove a good distraction. He wasn't sure where his earlier enthusiasm had come from, but he didn't wish to see a repeat. henceforth, the booze flying around was greatly avoided. Juice all the way.

"You seem peppy, as usual." He mumbled, furrowing his brows as she took away his hat and ruffled his hair.

Jerry sagged a little in disappointment as Otto bolted for the kitchen. They... they could talk more about it later. Everyone was taking their seats.... Harrison, Rep and Jordan would probably all sit together, and Otto had his gaggle of girls surrounding him- Sasha was keeping her distance, and Rin-

He blinked.

What... what had happened to her arm?? He hadn't seen Rin since the last big mission, and as he had recalled, she was intact then but...

It was certainly not a topic one brought up at a dinner table. His lips pursed, spotting Sasha drinking away at something amber.

His own flask was getting pretty light.

He gently set his uke down where it would be out of the way, shifting nervously. There really... wasn't a good place to sit. Rep kept giving him mixed signals, and Melvin was always... clinical.

He took his chances with the Scottsman, creeping over with less enthusiasm than he had when he was singing. "Hey er... I still owe you for the bottles before but ah... it being a holiday and so on um..."

Rep hadn't sat down yet, he wanted to scope out where everyone else did first. Besides, things were a little more wobbly than he remembered. Maybe it really hadn't been a good idea drinking so much on an entirely empty stomach.

As Jerry came over Rep gave him a slow blink as he tried to figure out what he was hinting at. His first assumption just didn't bear thinking about and he quickly cottoned on that he apparently wanted more alcohol.

"I..I like ..erm... told, yeah, told you you you don't owe me for the other bottles right. Like your little plinkyplinky tiny guitar was the payment and I gave it back."

He checked the bag which was getting much less impressive than it had been. "I have some err." He picked up the bottle and eyed it. "Vodka. If you want it. Don't ******** drink all of it in a one-er. Or.. like I have beer but I doubt that'd even like ********' dent your tolerance man."

"I climbed back out again," Wash replied discreetly, not even batting an eye at the nails on his arm or Rin's reaction to his offered hand, too busy glancing at the faces he DID recognize. Family dinner that included Jerry and Rep? This would be interesting.

As they reached the table, he slipped his arm out of Sasha's grasp just enough to slide back two chairs.

"After you, ladies. Can I get you anythin'? Glass o' water?" He wondered briefly how Rin planned to serve herself with one arm, but felt it would be best not to ask.

Rin honestly hadn't figured that much out yet. But at least she now had a seat and snatched it up as soon as she was sure Wash wasn't going to pull it out from under her. "Nah, m'good," she smiled over at him.

She was startled as the bottle banged into the table... but still reached for it as soon as she realized what it was, "Is good?" She wondered how Sasha seemed to be enjoying it so much; it felt like vomiting in reverse.

"Now don't start, he's... his music is okay," Rin verrrry carefully moved to take a swig just like Sasha had and returned the bottle to where Sasha had left it.