Obadiah takes Teagan’s hand in his and with his free hand waves to Jakem before going in for another bite from his plate of food. A roll this time since that is what he asked Preston to bring

“You better at least try some of my actual cooking,” Liri tells Preston, threateningly pointing a fork at him, unthreateningly. “I made mash, and mash, and, um, gravy.”

Jakem shakes his head at Malin’s response “So weird. Why can’t you just kidnap people for normal reasons?”

“She doesn’t even offer them a drink from the complimentary bar station inside of the trunk, either,” Helen says in addition to Malin’s story as she continues to eat nibbles here and there of the plate she has made of the food. She laughs softly and looks towards Eirwen, “And there are a lot of potholes in this city.”

Teagan is looking over the food, but does overhear Jakem and chimes in: “Yeah, like weddings. Weddings are a great reason to kidnap people.”

Jakem nods approvingly to Teagan “Weddings and… Whatever that thing that happened with the one we got for Helen.”

Malin continues to explain to Eirwen about her trunk, “But the trunk is quite glorious. It’s been upholstered in velvet and I keep fine wines and chocolates back there, so sometimes friends ask to get into the trunk, too.” But Helen is already sharing that fact! and she grins more. Her tongue clucks against the roof of her mouth over towards Jakem and she stresses, “Because I’m not normal.” Which is a truth.

Liri crinkles her nose at Teagan, saying to her, “Poor, sweet Owen. That boy has enough issues without two wolves annoying him.”

Eirwen picks up a fork, helping herself to one of the meatballs on her and Helen’s shared plate while she listens to Malin’s explanation, along with everyone else’s. “I see,” the girl murmurs after a little nibble. “I guess that is one way to leave them bruised and remembering not to try again.” Another nibble and she adds, “Though I can see why men would keep trying. You are very pretty.”

“Mash and mash?” Preston wonders of Liri, listening to Teagan and Liri chat for a moment, “I don’t know if I’m all that hungry,” he explains, frowning a bit, but, he does wander to the food, sniffing it. There’s an almost anger about him, just simmering underneath the surface.

Jakem blinks at Liri “Two wolves? Did Mercy like start lending out her husband or something?”

Matthew ccomes out of his food trance, his plate’s been cleared and now he’s going up for seconds like a rebel at fat camp. When he plops down it’s beside Chance, leaning in to tell the Fairchild, “The stuffing is definitely some of the best I’ve had,” he’s helped himself to more of it as evidence, “You said this was the recipe growing up at your house?”

Teagan opts eventually to just steal bits of food off of Obadiah’s plate. It’s the easiest option for now. And surely he won’t notice. Not even when her mouth is full.

“Well, thank you,” Malin coos out to Eirwen. “Sometimes they do try for a second round… but then they learn. I think I’m too much for most people to handle, so it’s best that I nip it in the bud like that.”

“He’s one of my best friends,” Liri says to Jakem, squinting as she speaks. “Did you all do zero research on the man you kidnapped?”

Chance chuckles when Malin waves him off and explains the true reason for her kidnappings, returning his attention to his food for the time being. He has sampled nearly everything on the table by this point, so now it’s time to go back in for a full helping of his favorites. Then he settles in for a moment. Grinning at Matthew he nods, “Yeah. My dad’s recipe. He was always the one who did the Thanksgiving cooking and Christmas. Those were his two big cooking meals. Mom did the rest of the year.”

Obadiah does notice but likes sharing food and doesn’t seem at all bothered by Teagan stealing off of his plate. Next he picks at the two different types of mashed potatoes as he lets to conversation ebb and flow around him eventually asking, no one in particular, “What do you think Alex and Jordan will say about this event?”

Jakem tilts his head, looking to Liri “I mean most of the people we kidnap are just incidental. So technically learning his name first was the most research we’d ever done.”

“Hopefully, that our cooking is awesome,” Liri says to Obadiah, a wink, a flash of a crooked grin, then a shrug. “It shows a contentment of the town amongst each other,” a hand falling to Preston’s back, as though to soothe.

Matthew calls to Liri, “Yo, the mash is good!” He listens as Chance elaborates, nodding, forking up more, “Oh so this is actually a Fairchild recipe?” There’re a few nods before it’s admitted, “I don’t think any Montroses cook, they just hire the cooks, but my mama definitely cooked a lot.” His fork gets angled towards Malin, “SHe’s coming to Atlanta with me for Thanksgiving this year, gonna see the chaos that is the Johnson family when there’re like thirty or forty of us all under one roof!”

Chance glances over toward Obadiah and says, “They will say the food was so good that the fish beneath us felt taunted that they didn’t get any. A rousing success.”

Helen munches on the various options on her shared plate with Eirwen. She nods in agreement, “Malin is quite lovely. She is also a lot, but I think it is nice. You’re never really bored around her or Matthew.” She does place her fork down, and now lays her hand gently behind Eirwen, leaning into the other woman somewhat, “I’ve not actually seen the inside of her trunk though, but I’ve heard some of the wine vintages are to die for.”

Matthew nods agreement with Chance, “Yeah, for real, you did super good on the mains.”

Malin nods in agreement as Matthew declares she will be meeting his family this Thanksgiving. “The trouble Matthew and I used to get into, until I found out I was pregnant… then I became boring,” she says towards Helen.

“You are welcome,” Eirwen replies to Malin with a small smile, picking some of the turkey from Helen’s plate now and tells her, “Perhaps you just need to ask her very prettily. And do you like wines? I am not very familiar with the ones here.” The hand at her back has her leaning into it subtly while she tries to dip turkey slide in the berry sauce.

“Or,” Teagan says to Chance as she steals more food off of Obadiah’s plate. Now she’s just taking his fork when he’s hot holding it. So bold! “That the fish will feel offended they weren’t part of it.” Another glance to her phone briefly and a frown. At least she doesn’t leave this time. No, she just mutters about coats.

Liri gives a lazy grin to Matthew, saying, “Thanks, it’s my own recipes, well… The garlic mash is a recipe from ages and ages ago that has been tweaked by family. Ransoms are big on eating what we can produce ourselves.”

“Yeah, my dad’s the one who taught me to cook. His dad was a chef,” Chance says to Matthew. “We didn’t actually have a chef growing up. Cleaners, yeah. A driver sometimes. But I do actually know how much milk costs and how to do my own laundry.” It’s said with a crooked smile. “I dunno, I’m pretty sure the fish are glad not to be that much of a part of it…” he laughs to Teagan.

“I hope they say something about how in the darkness of the Legion retaining control of Fairefield, the various groups, the court, Wonder, the Order, the Sons, were able to set aside whatever squabbles they had to break bread and watch the fishies,” Obadiah says with a firm nod, deciding that is the best possible outcome for everyone

Helen slips her hand lightly under Eirwen’s coat, to rub at her back gently while she chuckles softly and says to Malin, “I imagine your boring is probably still more exciting than average…” She looks aside to Eirwen, “I like experiences, and sometimes a good wine is an experience, especially if it is something rare and coveted. I actually do not drink all that much, which is sometimes a surprise to people. My addictions are getting obsessed over a project and focusing too hard on something specific, usually.”

Chance salutes Obadiah with his plate and says, “Here, here!”

Matthew frowns thoughtfully, giving Liri a nod, “I believe it,” is decided while he look son over at Helen. He smiles bright her way, beaming warmth, “So Helen, you getting a little bit of a break from all the work travel?”

“Plus, look at all the families represented here, and Matt hasn’t called me a dog once,” Liri says, voice holding a giggle, adding onto Obadiah’s sweet ideal.

“Yes, I’ve been back for a little while and trying to be more social. Though, I might have to go here again soon? I’m not sure, waiting on the call,” Helen says to Matthew with a smile over in his direction, “But it has been nice to have some time and meet some new people, like Eirwen, here.” She nudges lightly into the woman beside her, “I try to get out more as well, working on a few projects, will have to see if time permits.”

Jakem nods to Liri “Dawg went out of vogue almost a decade ago as nomenclature, I believe.” he says, scratching his stubble wisely. “You’ll have to wait until it comes back to popular vernacular.”

As Preston scoops some someone potatoes on his plate, he’s carrying it around, mostly hanging off to himself on the side of the crowd of Friendsgiving attenders. A permanent scowl plastered on his face, really, but he does eat some of the potatoes, nodding at Liri. “They’re good,” he informs her, easily.

Teagan leans against Obadiah, leaving his plate un-thiefed for a few moments while she texts. She chews on her lower lip as she does, squinting toward the various serving dishes and bowls every so often.

As Preston scoops some mashed potatoes on his plate, he’s carrying it around, mostly hanging off to himself on the side of the crowd of Friendsgiving attenders. A permanent scowl plastered on his face, really, but he does eat some of the potatoes, nodding at Liri. “They’re good,” he informs her, easily.

Eirwen smiles at Helen, “I can definitely see you getting obsessed over your projects. Both inside and outside the forge.”

“My boring is maybe a bit exciting, still, but there aren’t any dangerous stunts, you know? I have to think about keeping myself alive now,” Malin says this, pairing it with a little pout. “Oh well.”

Obadiah looks over to Teagan and narrows his eyes briefly as she starts to text, “Everything ok?” He looks over to everyone else and nods, “Helen has been a help on projects in the past with Esme I think.” He nods to Liri, “Not all ransoms are dogs.”

“The only Ransoms that are dogs are the skirt chasers,” Liri says, eyes on her phone, not her empty plate.

Malin notes after Obadiah’s words, “But it does smell like dog in here,” albeit quietly as her nose twitches a little.

“Mmhmm,” Teagan says to Obadiah, but does tilt her head in toward him to murmur something.

Matthew nods in support of what Eirwen says, “What’s the latest project?” While he awaits his answer he leans in towards Malin, adding, “These meatballs are super good. Been waiting to eat them since you cooked them.”

Malin provides Matthew with an approving thumbs up.

Chance takes a few more bites from his plate, listening to the conversations going on around him and seeming content to focus on the food and just observing for a little bit.

“Helen is teaching me how to forge,” Eirwen says to Matthew, “Though I am not sure if that counts so much as a project.”

Obadiah visibly relaxes at the whisper from Teagan. “Oh right yes well if I need to pay for it I can.” He eats another bite of potatoes and adds, mouth still full, “Mercer’s aren’t poor.”

Malin does a double take Obadiah’s way over his last comment.

“This is one of them,” Helen says in agreement with Eirwen, “And I have another one I am working on which involves a shield mounting to a motorcycle front. It should be deployable and retractable, but it is taking a while, keep being distracted!”

Chance glances over toward Helen at the mention of the motorcycle-mounted shield. “That sounds pretty cool. I kinda want a motorcycle so it can have a mounted shield now.”

There’s a quiet scoff from Teagan as she glances up at Obadiah. “I think I can take care of this one myself.” In retaliation (or just because they do look good) she steals his fork to try some of the mashed potatoes.

A faint blush creeps up into Eirwen’s cheeks and she gives Helen a fond look before picking up another meatball on her fork to nibble on and looking down at the ground.

Matthew and Malin whisper to one another, he nodding in agreement as he glances over the table at the attending guests. “That’s great you’re learning,” he says to Eirwen, “and a motorcycle with a shield does sound cool, my knight definitely should have one of those,” towards Chance.

“With a lance. So I can practice motorcycle jousting,” Chance adds with a grin over at Matthew. Nothing could possibly go wrong there.

Matthew upnods Jakem, some how having missed the man’s entry, “Oh, hey man, good to see you!” He laughs about jousting, nodding at Chance, “You think you can do stunts and stuff?”

“Absolutely not, but that’s never stopped me before,” Chance grins.

Obadiah lets the fork be stolen, acquiescing to Teagan’s food theft with a chuckle before saying, “As you wish. I am not going to say anything.”

Helen tilts her head to lean into Eirwen’s shoulder as she says to Matthew and Chance, “You could always test it out for me sometime if I ever get a proper working one going. I want to be able to basically mount it to most forks and fronts on a motorcycle, but getting stability down while blocking things and not losing control is difficult…” She looks up to Eirwen and smiles at the woman’s reaction, “Hey, you’re learning as well. I need help to finish these things!”

Liri snags another bite of the prime rib before she makes an irish goodbye.

Teagan happily tries the mashed potatoes… and then a few other things on Obadiah’s plate because in the way of all girlfriends: she wasn’t hungry until she could steal from him. Or really she just didn’t feel like going to make a plate after her earlier call. “Better not, you already did plenty.” There is a thoughtful look around. “Maybe we should have gotten some chairs delivered or something.”

“I’d be game to give it a shot,” Chance says to Helen with a nod as he finishes off the food on his plate and sets it to the side wherever they go. “Let me know when you’re ready to give it a try.”

“And I’d love to watch,” Matthew tosses out to Helen, nodding between Chance and Eirwen. “I enjoy a little Evel Knievel action from time to time!”

Obadiah looks over his phone when it buzzes. What is on it gets him a wry grin and he slides his phone back away into his vest pocket before asking the group, “So what is everyone going for the Holidays? Anyone going anywhere interesting?”

Jakem looks up to Obadiah “I’ll probably throw a holiday shindig or something.” He comments idly. “Not sure for which one.” He nods to Mercy.

Malin gives a wave to Mercy as she arrives, but then her nose just twitches a little more.

Matthew upnods Mercy as he scoops up another bit of mash.

Mercy throws an upnod here and there to those greeting her first, then whisks off her winter jacket with dramatic flair before tossing it to Teagan.

Eirwen glances at Helen as she shes into her, steady and happy to take the other woman’s weight. When Matthew glances between her and Chance, the girl looks at the latter then back to Matthew. “I do not know how to drive so it will have to be Helen and Chance who can test it.” With her free hand she snakes her arm around Helen’s back and gives her a small squeeze. “Perhaps Matthew can come and watch us work some time?” she asks the other blonde.

“Did you not see my other text?” Teagan asks Mercy as she arrives. The coat is taken and tucked over her arm, cradled against the side not currently occupied by… well, leaning against Obadiah’s side.

“I think I’m just going to chill here this year, to be honest,” Chance says. “My folks are traveling this holiday season so I’ll probably visit with them afterward. If there’s stuff going on around town, I’ll probably drop in on that.”

Mercy attempts to semi-integrate into the herd and also get to the tables where all the food is, ticking a brow up at Teagan and glancing down at her phone.

Mercy starts setting out some booze on the table, which for her, is as generous as one can possibly get. She also starts to set out a bag of hot cheetos, but reconsiders that one.

Mercy says “Hmm.. hol’ up.“

Mercy says “Aigh’ yeah that’s it sadly fer now.“

Mercy says “Ooouu thas’ good..“

Matthew look at Mercy for some time then asks, “Wait… were you ’bout to contribute car food?” He seems genuinely shocked, but should he be?

Jakem tsks to Matthew “Your food was in a car too, several cars probably.” he chides.

“Matthew could certainly come and watch us work sometime, and I think it would be chance or myself testing it,” Helen says to Eirwen as she does let the other woman take some of her weight. She looks content now to watch and observe the others, listening but she does wave towards Mercy.

Malin has her head bobbing in response to what Teagan has said to Mercy. “And chocolates. Good ones and bad ones.”

Mercy glances up from her phone to Matthew, then with a tilt of her head takes a few slow yet deliberate steps towards him. “Ayeah, was. That a problem?”

Teagan blinks at Mercy and just barely manages to turn her head into Obadiah’s shoulder to… cough, yes, that’s it. She’s totally not laughing. Nope.

Jakem hmmms to Malin “What defines a bad chocolate?”

Exhaling out a sigh, Malin says to Mercy, “My car is at home. Matthew drove me in his.”

“Its got a wrapper-sheet a mile long,” Helen says to Jakem.

“What is inside of them,” Malin says to Jakem matter-of-factly. “I’ll let you try some sometime and you can figure it out.”

Chance snickers.

Malin snickers at Helen’s answer.

Mercy tsks at Malin with a suck of her teeth. “Passenger princess.”

“Guilty,” Malin says to Mercy whilst preening.

“You’re a passenger princess aren’t you,” Obadiah looks at Teagan with suspicion but there is humor in his eyes still too. “That’s alright, I drive the MM.”

Jakem nods to Malin “Sure, then you can try some of mine.” he comments, glancing at her belly “Kinda wondering how the kid’ll like ’em>”

Eirwen tries to edge towards the table without causing Helen to become unbalanced from her lean. She swiped a cup of the cranberry soda and takes a small sip to test it before offering a sip to Helen in turn. “What is a passenger princess?”

Mercy’s intimidation methods might work on Matthew except they don’t right now. Instead the Montrose lifts up a slab of prime rib, danging it up like some kind of doggy treat. “Not a problem, also not surprised,” he says before asking, “You want?” And he might actually toss it towards her to catch.

It’s a quiet, stewing night from Preston. Seething in the corner as he snacks on something. His previous conversation partner has gone for an irish goodbye, and Preston just hangs out, perhaps out of a sense of duty or something.

Jakem scratches his chin, pontificating to Eirwen “Sounds kinda like a backseat driver, but more regal. Or judgy.”

Looking up at Obadiah, Teagan blinks slowly. She tries to keep a straight face as she leans in and whispers something to him. She succeeds. Marginally. For about two seconds. And then there’s a big grin as she settles back on her heels and asks, louder (perhaps trying to distract from the brewing ire in some corners): “Who brought dessert?”

Helen leans with Eirwen now and stands up a little straighter. She looks towards the offered drink and lifts it up to take a sip of it as well, “That is pretty good.” She smacks her lips briefly before saying, “I believe it means someone who rides in the passenger seat and gets to enjoy the view without worrying about driving, but I could be wrong.”

Obadiah looks over at Preston, stoping his laughter for a moment and says to him, “I saw you here, proof enough you came out tonight. If you want to go home I won’t fault you.”

“Passenger princesses are basically just,” Preston nods towards Helen, “Yeah, that. They enjoy having someone else do the work of the driving them around.” A little shrug towards Obadiah, “Yeah, sorry, I’m not in a very good mood.”

Malin wets her lips via the quick swipe of her tongue between them as she listens to Jakem. “I’ve had your chocolates before, sir,” she reminds him. “And I’m very, very careful as to what I will eat currently.”

Mercy witnesses this attempt at goading by Matthew with a blank expression, at first. After she pockets her phone to free up that hand and glances back up at him, it’s with sharper eyes and a thin smile that doesn’t remotely reach them. “Yer so much more considerate when we got all our mutual friends an’ acquaintances ’round us, appreciate that ’bout you. Could always step outside an’ enjoy that slab jus’ you an’ me though.”

“I’ve been driving a car for…” Malin considers the math through a twitch of her fingers, one after the other. “Sixty something years. Sometimes it’s nice to be the passenger.”

Eirwen ahs softly, nodding her head at the explanations. “I cannot drive so I guess that makes me a passenger princess also.” She gently takes the cup of Soda back from Helen to have another sip from it and agrees, “It is good.”

ObadiahTeagan’ whispered response gets a snort and a cough and then he bobs his head excitedly and repeatedly. “Yes that mhmm of course.”

Jakem hmms, looking to Mercy to educatify her “While that may make it sound like Malin is pushing 80 years old, in fact she’s cheated the system of measurement by driving multiple cars at once, similar to those old rocketskates people used to wear back into the 2110’s. This allows her to drive multiple years worth of cars in the same year.”

Mercy shoots Jakem a look like she’s under the assumption he thinks she’s dumber than she is.

“I could teach you how to drive,” Malin insists to Eirwen. “It’s easy. You just need a foot, a hand, an eye. And a good soundtrack.”

Matthew reconsiders actually tossing the strip of steak at Mercy and instead chomps it down for himself, laughing at the offer she’s made. “No need, wouldn’t want to leave the party just yet, but for real you should try that prime rib, it’s good!”

“I believe it does,” Helen says to Eirwen with a soft chuckle as she looks back towards the table, but decides not to grab more just for now. She looks to Eirwen, “I might have to head back in a little bit, have a conference call coming up.”

“I am eighty,” Malin says to Jakem, relaying, “But you would have known that had you attended my birthday party at the bowling alley in September.”

Having finished off his meal and starting to feel the effect of the sleepies, Chance begins to make his way out. “Obie, this was great and a fantastic idea. Thanks so much for hosting.” He then waves to everyone else. “Good to see everybody, and to meet you, Eirwen.”

Matthew waves at Chance, “Later,” he calls that way.

“Good to see you, Chance,” Teagan says with a wave of her phone after the man. She then reads the text that came in, slowly tapping out a reply.

Jakem nods to Malin with a crooked smile “I too am 80. In that I try to throw about four birthdays a year for myself.”

Eirwen nods at Malin. “I may take you up on that.” Then she gives Helen a small squeeze. “I need to go as well. I will walk you out.”

Preston scans the food, “Oh,” comes his reply, a little grunted reply. “There’s no pie.”

Mercy holds Matthew in her stare long enough for it to definitely go well beyond socially acceptable, as if she’s waiting to glimpse the smallest sign of weakness before charging. A thoughtful glance is thrown to Teagan, however, and she seems to think better of it. For now. “Fixin’ to soon enough, everythin’ looks good honestly.”

“Pie would have been good, but this is all great,” Jasper admits.

“It was nice to see everyone, thank you for hosting!” Helen calls out to Obadiah, waving towards all those nearby. She offers an arm to Eirwen, “Yes, please do walk me out.”

As if that was a non-selling point for Preston, he turns and begins to march off, throwing a wave towards everyone. “Thanks for hosting, Obie!” Pausing, he smiles at the rest of the crowd. “And, nice to see you people!”

Eirwen says “Thank you for the lovely party. “

Jakem lifts a hand to wave “See yah Helen.”

Mercy says “Who’s the chick with Helen?“

Teagan gets out waves in lieu of belated, shouted greetings after those who have left, tapping out messages. “Eirwen. I think she’s Helen’s girlfriend.”

Jakem whistles softly to Teagan “How long has that been going?”

Mercy begins browsing the food offerings some more, brows raised. “Huh, ain’ know she existed.”

Jakem nods to Mercy “Need to pay better attention. Elsewise there might be people in Haven who’s name you don’t know. Like Greg at the corner store. Or Angy Katem from Accounting.”

Teagan directs a shrug Jakem’s way, “No idea. Helen just told me she has a girlfriend yesterday. I’d guess… sometime within the past week? She did say Eirwen is new in town.” She glances to her phone, then up to Jakem again: “Or that Mekaj guy. I hate him.”

Obadiah looks to Teagan and Jakem, “News to me. I thought she was still dating Eva. Eirwen has been around a couple of weeks. Orderite.” He nods to the group then back to Teagan with a knowing smirk

Mercy rolls her eyes at Jakem, so far back they briefly disappear into her skull. “More meant I ain’ never seen them -together- before, an’ jus’ saw that chick earlier at the raid.”

Mercy says “Ugh, everybody joinin’ the Order.“

Jakem hmmm’s to Teagan “Mekaj, my nemisis.”

Jakem looks to Obadiah with a laugh “You’re terrible at gossip. Helen and Eva haven’t been together in over a month.” He looks to Teagan “Do you just not gossip with him?”

“Oh, I told him,” Teagan says to Jakem. “But I showed him a video not long after that I think short-circuited his brain so… He might’ve forgotten.” There is a flash of a smirk toward Obadiah.

Jakem nods to Teagan “Oh, can I see it? It doesn’t involve a snake woman does it?” he asks nosily.

Mercy cranes her neck to try and eavesdrop more on the conversation between Jakem and Teagan now that she has a plate of assorted meals in-hand.

“What will those crazy penguins do next!” Obadiah says with a shake of his head and far away grin. “The look on her, their, faces.”

Matthew checks his watch and then says to Malin, “I should probably get going,” he admits to her, “have another podcast.”

There’s an absent wave of Teagan’s hand (well, the phone in her hand) at Jakem. “Just some daa-” But Obadiah has filled in instead and she coughs briefly, giving a slight tug to her coat. “Penguins. He really loves penguin videos. Almost as much as cat videos.”

Obadiah nods in agreement with Teagan. “Love me some Orange cat videos. Every orange cat needs their black cat. I am pretty sure Ambrose is the black cat.” He tilts his eyes to Teagan slightly, considering her, then back to Jakem, “Do you like cat videos, Jakem?”

Malin nods to Matthew, “All right. I’m ready when you are.”

Jakem squints at Obadiah “Don’t be lewd.” He thinks for a moment “Nah, I’m just kidding. If it’s orange, yeah I love ’em.”

Malin looks to Obadiah and says, “Thank you so much for hosting. It was great.”

Matthew nods and gives Obadiah a nods, “Yes, thank you for hosting, it was great.” Everyone else earns a wave and then he’s off with Malin.

Mercy watches the couple leave and remarks aloud to those nearest her, mouth full of half-chewed prime rib. “One of these days m’jus’ gonna attack him outright an’ I do apologize fer that if it’s anywhere near y’all.”

Jakem smirks to Mercy “It’s always that sorta party.” he thinks for a moment, glancing to Teagan “You know I was trying to lure Matt out to give to the snake lady.”

Jakem says “Timing didn’t work out though.“

Mercy turns to Teagan after that though, leaning in curiously. “What -did- happen with that snake lady anyhow?”

“Well. I think I might make a head start on walking some of this off,” not that Teagan ate terribly much, but she ate enough. “and head home to prepare some dessert for Obie.” There is a glance to the man, eyebrows lifting. She hesitates at what Jakem says and just shakes her head. “Past is the past.” And like T Swift tells us: she shakes it off.

Jakem snickers softly “Teagan was a present for the gods apparently.”

“Nothing I want to talk about,” Teagan answers Mercy, stiffly, and definitely disengages from Obadiah to start walking for the door.

Mercy just blinks a few times when the other girl leaves, then furrows her brow. “It somethin’ I said?”

Jakem shakes his head to Mercy “Huh, oh nah, I think she hit her maximum party time. She’s been here longer than either of us.”

Mercy holds her palms up. “Fair, know the feelin’. Guess I’ll grab ah.. jus’ a -few- leftovers an’.. be on my way..” She says while creeping back towards the table, surely not going to take half the food.

Obadiah shakes his head at something then waits for a couple of minutes, “I should head soon myself. Please stay and enjoy ourselves though, eat all the food, feed the fishes all that stuff.”

Jakem nods, waving to Obadiah “Taking off too. Enjoy the night.”

Mercy says “Ain’ gonna feed the fish this food, the fuck.“

Jakem says “Everyone feeds the fishes eventually.“

Mercy shrugs and keeps eating.

Mercy scoops a few rolls into her jacket.

Mercy plays it cool by throwing a wave up to Obadiah. “Thanks fer dinner Oobie, have a good night an’ all that.”

Obadiah waves to Jasper and Mercy, “Happy Thanksgiving”

Mercy says “Likewise. “