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Whether or not she had the coordination and patience to pull of an honest to god Thanksgiving day dinner was something Porsha had been waffling over for a couple of weeks now. Sure, it sounded like a wonderful idea; getting everyone together, spending some quality time together, eating some delicious food. But, the idea of her being the one that had to provide said food...well. Po could cook alright, but this was just a little beyond her current culinary skill set. She felt confident that she could handle any classic holiday dish on it's own, even a few in tandem, but the entire meal? Tricky. Very tricky.

However, the decision was sort of made for her when she returned from patrol one evening to find that someone had left a dead wild turkey, already cleaned, in a cooler on the roof of the apartment building.

So, Porsha had gotten up the morning of Thanksgiving and, instead of going for her usual morning run, she'd stepped into the kitchen to begin prepping. There was a lot to do, and everything needed to be done in a certain order, by a certain time, for a certain amount of minutes. She'd made a scheduled list in order to keep it all in order, make sure she got things done at the appropriate times.

The whole of her team had been invited, encouraged to bring along a dish to pass, but Porsha knew better than to count on either of her wilder boys. Slate was already contributing; up early to help with all the prep and cooking. Granted, him living with her meant it wasn't likely he'd have gotten out of it, if he hadn't seemed to eager about the whole thing.

By one the entire apartment was thick with mouth-watering scents of the cooking food. The turkey was coming along nicely(she hoped), the potatoes were half skinned and ready to go in a giant bot of water sitting on the back burner. There was green bean casserole in the oven, an extra pan of stuffing(there was never enough), an assortment of veggies ranging from carrots to brussel sprouts. There was even a home made(mostly homemade) pumpkin pie cooling on the top of the refrigerator.

She'd told her team that dinner was at three-thirty, but they were welcome to arrive early, lend a hand, hang out and drink. While she and Slate waited Po took a seat at the little breakfast nook high-top tucked up beneath the kitchen window, the capped end of a ink pen tapping rhythymiclly against her lower lip as she looked it over, checking things off that had already been finished. They'd still have to whip the cream for the pie, the turkey wasn't quite done yet, and the casserole would need the French's crispy onions when it was ready to come out of the oven, but it looked like everything was mostly in order.

Tap, tap, tap. "Do you think we should make some rolls as well?" There was a roll of grannies in the fridge, if they did. "Is there even room in the oven?" Frowning, she looked up from her list, glancing towards the oven before pale eyes flicked up to Slate.

Was Shale going to pause his wildling ways to spend the holidays with them?


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Jade wasn't much of a cook, but she was capable when she put her mind too it. Her injuries had healed up pretty nicely, enough that her ribs didn't ache when she accidental over exerted herself and it nearly impossible to see the faint scar from her stitched on her temple.

Still, she'd gotten up at an earlish hour so that she could make something for the dinner that Porsha was planning on putting on. Originally, she'd had plans with Levi but with everything going on, he had to work and couldn't have been convinced otherwise.

Her own family had left the city for the holidays to visit relatives out of country, back in Europe, and due to events she had declined the offer to go with. Which had left her day completely free for Porsha's dinner. The dish she prepared was sweet potatoes with a generous helping of marshmallows across the top. It was simplistic and very, very hard to mess up which was the point of her making it she supposed.

When it was ready and the clock neared close enough to three to warrant going over, she covered it appropriately and made her way over to Porsha's apartment. She didn't knock, but eased her way in with the door being pushed shut with a heel. Her dress was simple, leggings and a comfortable sweater and her bangs were clipped out of her face from cooking. She'd arrived in just enough time to hear Porsha comment about the rolls with Slate chiming in shortly after.

"You know, there's a ton of apartments here that have usable ovens."

Speak of the devil, sort of. Porsha looked up as the door opened and her thoughtful expression melted into soft warmth as Jade let herself in. "Hey!" She was on her feet, crossing the room to claim the dish in the taller girl's hands before Jade was finished commenting on the untapped oven space in the empty apartments. It had her pausing, sweet potatoes half lifted out of pale hands. "You know, I hadn't thought of that." She should have, but she often forgot that she had access to all the empty apartments. "That'd work great."

Setting the dish on the island, Po looped an arm around Jade's side to give her a fond squeeze, though she'd turned her attention to Slate. "Is he really? I was wondering if he'd show up." And she wouldn't have taken it personally if he hadn't. Shale was like a half tamed wolf. You could feed it from your hand, pet it, but ultimately it did what it wanted.

Layne's arrival and subsequent invasion of her couch was yet another distraction, and pale eyes narrowed on him, even as the corners of her lips twitched up in a hapless smile. "Hello to you, too, Layne. It's so nice to see you." She knew his past, knew he wasn't much for holidays, but she still had to give him s**t.

"I'm not sure if Dustin is coming. I invited him, but..." she wasn't sure if he'd be able to make it.

"We'll be eating soon, though. Most the food is done." Letting Jade go, she wandered over to give one of Layne's boots a small kick. "Help me move the coffee table so we can set up the table?" There was a folding table and foldable chairs sitting against the wall in the hallway. The breakfast nook would not have sat all of them.

"Aint it though? Gosh boss, I-I knew ya really loved me." He batted his lashed, threw in a stutter and gave her a s**t eating grin when she said it was nice to see him. b***h. But in the good way, most of the time. They both gave each other s**t, it was how the relationship survived as long as it had. It was a healthy for them.

Layne glanced to the other two bodies in the area, they were both newbies compared to how long he had spent here with her. Yet, and yet Layne still felt like the new one. The estranged uncle of the festival heh. His feet rocked back and forth on the table as he sipped from bottle, keen on ignoring them all till food was called.

Of course Po had other plans which meant no getting comfortable. Boot was kicked and Layne's head tilted towards Porsha. "Labor wasn't mentioned in the invitation ya'know?" He huffed but slowly climbed back to feet, now in her space she would be likely to smell the faint hint of whiskey when he spoke next. "Let's do this.." He tossed his bottle back to the couch and flashed an 'are you dumb or what," look to Slate for the question.

"Tough titties sunshine," she snapped back playfully to Layne's retort, wandering over to a drawer in the kitchen to dig through miscellaneous junk for a single key on a large key ring. This she deposited in Jade's hand with a murmured 'thank you' and anouther warm peck on the cheek. Not at all oblivious to the other woman completely ignoring her captain, or his withering look to Slate.

The late was met with pursed lips, and as she moved to join him in moving furniture, she gave him a realatively soft smack on the shoulder. Shooting him a look that said very clearly play nice, or else.. If he thought she was above kicking his a** on a holiday, he was mistaken.

Bending to curl her fingers along the edge of the coffee table, Porsha spoke over her shoulder to the redhead still at the table. "It'd. W nice to see him, it's been ages." She wasn't so foolish as to get her hopes up too high. Shale was a wild card.

"Can you grab plates, glasses, and cutlery?" She was wondering if they should bother with the formality of setting the table, or just let people fill their plates buffet style at the island before sitting down, probably the latter. The folding table didn't look big enough to hold it all.

He didn't give two shits if golden girl ignored him, but he notice, and was greatly amused. And people called him childish, heh,goody-two shoes a** could keep suckling at the teat for all he cared. That's what she seemed to be good at, girl had no free thought and it was a damn shame in his book.

"Tits?," he mused back just as playfully to Porsha, "this little get together just got lot better if that's tha topic of conversations honey." Porsha walked away and he went to attempt and move the table by himself, only to have her come back and help a second later. As it was done blue-greys rolled for the delivered smack to shoulder, oh no he was being to mean call the ambulance for some ******** hurt feelings.

Boo-who.

At the look he gave one back that said a very clear, what the hell did I do? Even though he knew and now was very focused on the little worm that got him in trouble. Staring at the guy as he took a seat at the table. A whistle to gain attention was given as Slate came back with glasses and he gave him a stare, "tha hells yer name again?" He honestly couldn't remember but was making an effort now for certain reasons.