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Rin blinked at the newly offered chair as if it had just spontaneously combusted before her very eyes. Well, okay. One more couldn't hurt. Right?

She reached out and repeated the action but almost missed her mark that time.

"Okay but I'm sure you can do the next one... just repeat what I did."

It was nice, standing here and cooking with a fellow trainee. It certainly wasn't something that she got to do too often, and with the atmosphere and the (seemingly, in her mind) happy chattering of all the other trainees and hunters...

Eva found herself giving a small smile of contentment. God knows this wouldn't last for long--soon enough, they'd all be on a battlefield again, fighting monsters and trying not to lose each other in the fight--but for now, this was enough. Turning to cast Minerva a grin, she nodded enthusiastically. "I know, right? Granted that I think a lot of the food will be from cans thanks to the portal thing but...it's nice, isn't it? And yeah--Melvin and the others definitely deserve some thanks for setting this up."

She went back to making the crust then, working quickly. Glancing over at Minerva's proclamation that she was done, Eva shot her a thumbs up in approval. "Pretty much done! Just need to refrigerate for an hour, but then we can pour the filling in and bake for about half an hour." Wiping her hands off on a cloth, she went to grab some plastic wrap for the crust and the filling and popped them into the fridge for the time being.

"Ah ha, thanks for the help! Should we go out and see if there's anything we can do with the decorations now?"

Harrison paused from unfolding a chair to unstick Rep's.

He watched Melvin try to understand what was left of Rep's latest furniture-related victim.

"You got to treat them soft," Harrison said with exaggerated refinement. He expertly flicked the metal rung from Rep's chair into place. "And nice," He took hold of the seat. "Like delicate flowers." He spread the chair apart, then slowly smoothed out the plastic cushion, before firmly pushing it against the table.

"...Flowers that you and I are going to have to go pick again from all the way down the ******** hall."

"Ha, whine? He's seasonably obligated to thank you," Harrison closed the distance as he pulled over another chair, nudging Rep, "and I'd be pretty grateful myself."

He straightened the chair out with the same care he'd given the last one.

"Garden parties are thirsty work."

"I'll just... get to dispersing these now that the cloth is down," Jerry suddenly piped up. Jordan was quiet. Their last conversation had not gone well and there was the whole evening ahead of them... He gathered the finished napkin turkeys up to hurry over where Harrison and rep had already set chairs down. Carefully, he juggled without crushing them to pull out his flask again as subtly as he could.

It was going to be a long evening. But it would be nice. He would enjoy himself.

He was humming as he met the other two, flask away again as he carefully set a turkey down at every chair.

Rin watched as Rep toddled off to try and impress Harrison. A smirk played on her lips. He was almost like a child sometimes, I swear. She half expected Rep to try and tug Harrison's non existent hair.

She looked back to where Melvin had wandered off and waited patiently for his return. Which was a surprising amount of time. She was starting to wonder if he'd gone and lost himself next when he emerged again. She flashed him a fleeting smile before swooping right in to grab the plates and carefully hold them close to her chest.

"I'm on it," she told him as she hurried up to go around the table; placing a plate with mild difficulty in front of every turkey. She had to set the entire stack down at each spot to place one carefully and rather squarely on the table. A few turkeys missed their mark - but that's okay. Rin's here to make them straight and parallel to the others.

((HAPPY THANKSGIVING!))




Minerva wore an unusually cheery smile of her own, fixed to her lips as if she never planned on letting it go.

"Yeah, but we'll make it work. And you're right! Everyone will deserve a big thanks after this!" She nodded with a chuckle, shrugging both shoulders before setting her utensils down. "Oh yeah!" Snapping her fingers and wrinkling her nose, Minnie moved to the side, giving Eva the space she needed to search the cabinets. Before both bowls were put away, the trainee muttered. "I totally forgot those needed to be chilled!" Rubbing at her arm. Her mother had done so a dozen times if not more in the past, and Minerva was not one to forget things easily...so she turned a bit red from embarrassment, happy to move along with the flow of the conversation.

Must be all the excitement getting to her head.

"Of course, it was my pleasure!" Stepping toward the sink again, Minnie quickly rinsed her hands and then turned just in time to spot Melvin . Before she could answer Eva, the trainee took the opportunity to wave the blond down. "Hey, Melvin! Mind coming over here really quickly?" He was a little too far to start shouting out introductions, so Minnie waited, glancing back to the dark haired woman. "I think that's a good plan! I'm sure there are still some things left for us to do. Here comes Melvin, maybe he can point us in the right direction?"

It didn't take Rep too long to get all the way across the facility to his storeroom, When he finally did he picked up all the booze he had bar two bottles of whisky kept for a serious emergency and piled them all into a black bin bag. He had a few six packs of beer and lager but it was primarily hard spirits like vodka and whisky. This accomplished he headed back to the little gathering, stopping to pick up a certain ukulele on the way out.

When he got back, he protectively set down his booze off to one side, leery to put it in the kitchen where it would be out of his sight. This accomplished he turned his attention to Jerry, setting the instrument down on a clear patch of table in front of him.

"Consider it paid off. This time."

He headed back to the booze stash to get himself a half bottle of whisky out that he felt he had entirely earned. Generosity was hard work.