Brian +Izzy
“Yeah, sounds like a plan. After you.” Brian stepped into the line-up behind her and tried to keep his stomach from growling, now that he was closer to the smell of turkey. As much as he liked a side dish, he was a carnivore at heart, and he didn’t think they’d done a bad job with it or the ham. It was strange how everybody loved this particular combination of foods but they only ate it one time a year. “See that guy over there, dark hair? If you listen close, you can pick up an accent. That’s Gabe. He comes in here a lot.” Brian picked up a plate and some utensils. “I think you’d have some stuff in common. Oh man, look at that stuffing. Is that not the fluffiest stuffing you’ve ever laid eyes on? Come on! Okay, I might be overselling it. I made it. But I don’t want to be the guy who comes up to the bar later and his dish has the most left in it. That would be embarrassing. Promise me you’ll take some, even if you ball it up in a napkin, I don’t care.”