The Carrier, Tacking Through the Bleed, Thursday Afternoon

Jenny might be British, but she was also not dumb, and there were large quantities of free food on offer. So here she was, watching Angie and Apollo argue over which wine to serve with turkey, waiting for Authority Family Thanksgiving to start. She just had one pressing question.

"Who cooked this?" If Jack had had anything to do with the turkey, she was leaving.

"It's catered," Rose Tattoo assured her. "Except for the Tofurkey for Shen and Habib. They were responsible for that."

Jenny had no intention of getting within five feet of the Tofurkey if she could help it. "Well, that's all right, then." She eyed the former Spirit of Murder for a long moment. "Want to eat all the filling out of the pumpkin pie while they're arguing?"

Rose Tattoo blinked at her for a moment, then grinned. "I'll get the spoons, you get the pie."

This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

((NFB and NFI due to distance.))