Phin would have volunteered to help, but still limping and all didn't make him a very good candidate for dish duty. He'd kept one of the twin's close at all times because, yeah, they were a good buffer. After dinner though, they went trudging to set up in the kitchen since all that food and turkey made them nice and sleepy.
Phin didn't follow them right away, only because he was slow moving. Also, he'd been fairly quiet thus far, keeping his head down, trying to stay out of trouble and only really speaking if someone talked to him so that he didn't get in trouble. This was not one of the better Thanksgivings he'd had with the Smith family.