otherways

The paper told her it was Thanksgiving back in the living world. Sara had never cared much for holidays when she was alive. Kind of difficult to have a feast when you're both the chef and the only guest.

She glances over at Murphy, his brow furrowed in concentration as he pages his way through..something. He wouldn't tell her what. She goes down to the bar, returning a few minutes later.

"Happy Thanksgiving." Turkey, potatoes, green beans, stuffing, cranberry sauce, and pumpkin pie. He gives her an appreciative grin, inhaling the various aromas.

"That it is, aingeal. That it is."

milliways

It had been contained chaos.

Sara wondered why she had honestly expected anything else. Hank, Catherine, and Lindsey had dropped by long enough for good wishes to be exchanged. Connor & Murphy were as social as they could be, given the handicapp of them trying to find a convenient closet to hide in and escape. Elrond had been politely bemused, inquiring about why Sara would not partake of the apparently traditional turkey.

Contained chaos. And she cherished every moment of it.