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Mik looked starstruck that a hot man had decided to respond to him and gave Jordan a very dopey smile. "No, thank you." he said distantly before reluctantly dragging himself over to help retrieve the drinks which he brought back and set by the table.

"Thanksgiving!" he declared to the zombie without seeming too upset by the fact there was a zombie present.

"I'm gonna drink LOADS." he said to Melvin, uncertain how much loads even was. He caught Lawrence's gaze across the table and regretted it.

Rep actually, out of sheer habit found himself looking forward to what Harrison had brought and realised with a grim sort of concern that this was what it must have been like when someone got so used to their wife's cooking that they couldn't imagine actual food any longer.

Lawrence, who was setting out the cups still was much less kind, eyeing the bucket with a look that managed to ooze disdain from every single pore. 'Is that in case we have a fire?" he asked.

He had spotted Rodney and wondered if this whole guilty skulking thing was going to go on for ever.

Mik waved to Rodney too, emphatically. "Thanksgiving!" he called to him also.

Rodney smiled a very little at Mikael. "Happy Thanksgiving," he said softly. Even though he knew what it would mean in the turkey industry, with dark, empty pens...Mikael was still talking to him. He meant the smile back.

Harrison poured himself a double helping of alcohol, also in good spirits. "Don't get s**t-faced," he warned. "Not past the, you know, on-duty limits. Because we are, still."

"I'll give you a hand, Melody," Jordan said, and moved to help set out the plasticware.

When Sammy came to investigate the commotion, he said to her, "It's a human holiday from where I'm from, called Thanksgiving, like he said," and he nodded at Mik. "It's a harvest festival, and we have a feast and express gratitude for the good things we have. You guys do anything like that?" It was possible that he would get funny looks for being civil and friendly with the zombie, but he didn't care a whole lot at this point.

Once he'd finished helping with the table setting, he got himself a drink - a small amount of wine, since he didn't particularly want to be impaired if anything should interrupt the nice dinner they were trying to have out here. Mik's choice and volume of drink got a rather concerned look.

Sammy continued to remain where she was, she only was slightly worried when Rep joined everyone at the table, but thus far he hadn’t snapped at her, plus the whole cuffs thing was generous even still. Before she knew it Jordan was wandering over to explain.

“We have all kinds of small ones, but I don’t think we have a Thanksgiving?” She frowned a bit, “Never mind my lack of a family, so holidays for me are kind of subdued? I usually just spend them with Siddie.” She gave a slight sniff at the air, and though she claimed she didn’t need to eat she was curious about all the food they had. “That stuff you all are talking about, it’s like Cider right? I’ve always wanted to try Cider but they have rules against us having it.” She paused again, “Actually I think I might be old enough to buy a bottle by now if I was back home.”


Roland meanwhile joined with the others, he gave Jordan only the briefest of stares as he spoke to the Zombie standing between them before quickly moving towards the food and drinks. A small glass of wine and a mix of whatever was available. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had bothered to put together a real meal on the island.

Moving towards the table he slipped in near Mik nodding, “I’m with him, if Melvin put this together he deserves credit. The MRE’s aren’t bad but I don’t think I’ve even eaten this well on the island in the past few months.”

Mikael also listened to the explanation that Jordan gave for Sammy intently, too afraid to admit he hadn't had a clue what the hell it was and glad now to know. Again he was a little bit annoyed by the way Melody seemed to copy what he did and furrowed his brows at her, mercifully without time to start another argument as Melvin spoke up for his speech.

"I think I could drink it." he said dubiously as he was told not to, taking a sip as part of the toast and promptly choking on it.

"Or not??" he said. "It tastes like fire." But this just made him more resolved to drink it

Rep didn't seem to mind too much that Jordan was being friendly to Sammy, so long as he wasn't expected to be cordial to a monster. Sammy set him on edge these days more than anything else, used to having to murder so so many infected people which came close to zombies in their appearance. He kept being tempted to summon Tracey when he caught sight of her out of the corner of his eye.

He raised his glass of irn bru with a nod. "Aye. To everyone, here and no."

Lawrence had quietly listened to the speech himself and raised his glass before taking a drink. "To family." he said quietly.

Mik took another sip to see if it would be any more palatable and found it actually was less overwhelming. He took it to mean he was a little more manly than he had been before and was improving with each sip. "So more expensive is better?" he said, before looking across the table at Lawrence who quirked the very very edge of a smile across the wine he was drinking.

He about faced on his opinion. "I like it cheaper." he said. "But I'd REALLY love to go find out how to shave." he said brightly and full of eagerness.

Lawrence downed the rest of his glass and looked about ready to throw the empty glass across the table at Melvin for suggesting such a thing. Instead he went to pour himself another top up. He hadn't eaten anything and looked as if he had no intention of it.

"Just a rule for you two if you are ever at a party, pour a little glass before you go crazy with filling up a glass. Also, don't accept drinks from strangers. Always pour you right own and never drink from a glass you haven't kept your eye on."

He frowned at the filled cup of whiskey he couldn't drink. Reaxhing over, he took Melody's cup and held it up. "Anyone want a full cup of whiskey?" This was not hard to pass off and he sent it down the table to a pleased Moon.

He took a fresh cup for her and poured a small sip of wine. "Try this. It's easier in some people."

He settled back down and went for a plate of green beans.

"Cheap booze isn't great when it come to certain certain drinks. Cheap is okay for beer or even wine if you don't want something too high class. You get what you pay for. Bars are good places to try drink some out and see what you like."

"Being a fresh set of clothes and your toothbrush and we'll go a bit after dinner."

He looked over to see Lawr looking like a million miles of rain. He could only raise his glass and sip it slowly, glancing away from him and going to work on the great meal he hadn't before him.