Well. Apparently, this Thanksgiving was the one that all the Collins children stepped up to the plate. Never in a million years would Ian have put money on something like this. Here he was, early like usual, watching as sibling after sibling walked through the door and... helped? What in the world was happening? It was madness, and he was glad his parents weren't here to see it, or he'd probably get sick from all the praise. It would be just like his mother to make them feel special about showing up for once in their lives, when he'd been doing it for years. Just like her.
As it were, she wasn't there. He had no idea when she'd be back. So, all was not lost. He did, however, have to endure their stupid quips back and forth much earlier than he'd anticipated. And unfortunately, longer. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and, too, rolled his eyes.
"Gem. Boo. Nice to see you both. Happy Thanksgiving." He had a better rapport with them, for whatever reason. Ian figured it was the smaller age gap. He wasn't about to go buy 'best friend forever' necklaces or anything, but they were more cordial than he and Scout.