[ Thanksgiving. How long has it been since she last celebrated this holiday, or any holiday for that matter? Between the war and her imprisonment, the better part of a decade has passed since the last time she sat around the table with friends who felt more like family, giving thanks for all they had and hoping that their sacrifices were leading to a better future for others. It had been just a few weeks later that the war had started, the resolution passing just after Christmas, and every holiday after that was just another day on the calendar.
Until now. The sounds of raucous laughter drift in from the other room and she can't help the smile that grows in response. It means so much to her to have been invited to the celebration, and she's even made an effort in dressing up a bit, a stylish rusty red sweater paired with dark blue jeans, striped hair pulled back to stay out of her way. Because of course she's been helping with the cooking, and the baking, and the setting of the table. It's what she does.
Dinner's almost ready, the dishes being moved from kitchen to table, and that means time to check on dessert. Rogue pulls one of her pies out of the oven, peeling off the aluminum foil to reveal the intricate latticework over the caramel apple filling. Perfect. She pops it back in the oven and deftly sidesteps the tall man with the very large bird, though that sends her bumping right into someone else. ]
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Until now. The sounds of raucous laughter drift in from the other room and she can't help the smile that grows in response. It means so much to her to have been invited to the celebration, and she's even made an effort in dressing up a bit, a stylish rusty red sweater paired with dark blue jeans, striped hair pulled back to stay out of her way. Because of course she's been helping with the cooking, and the baking, and the setting of the table. It's what she does.
Dinner's almost ready, the dishes being moved from kitchen to table, and that means time to check on dessert. Rogue pulls one of her pies out of the oven, peeling off the aluminum foil to reveal the intricate latticework over the caramel apple filling. Perfect. She pops it back in the oven and deftly sidesteps the tall man with the very large bird, though that sends her bumping right into someone else. ]
Sorry, sugar!