Bennett & Lucretia
No, Bennett wasn't American, and Thanksgiving wasn't that big of a deal to him... but he'd been in America long enough to be used to it and used to the idea. And it was a holiday that brought family and loved ones together, was it not?
And the one person he had left, in the whole wide world, was Lucretia. She meant just about everything to him-- but she knew that.
It wasn't much, but he'd traded a few books, and managed to get his hands on canned green beans and a can of cranberries. Once he'd spotted his partner, Bennett made his way over behind her, reaching around to set the two cans down in front of her. "I realize you're not American," he began teasingly, and leaned down to press a kiss to the top of her head before continuing around to join her, sitting down. "But I'll be damned if I let you spend a holiday-- any holiday, American, British, whatever, alone."
So he'd managed to get them a nice little dinner of green beans and cranberries apparently. Hey. It was all he could find; these days, you couldn't exactly be picky.