Their apartment; Morning; usual suspects
Yesterday - though smaller than past years - had been great. Andras and Leo and Erik and Andy had come and they'd brought some food with them and Charlie had been cooking like a maniac - though Deacon had helped too. They'd stuffed themselves, lounged on the couch where Deacon insisted they watch football even if he was the only one to appreciate it, and Nia had basked in the attention she received from everyone.
Now, the morning after, Deacon felt like he had a food hangover and was in his favorite chair sipping his coffee while Nia watched cartoons. But even full to the gills he was still thinking about the left over in the kitchen.
"But, Charlie," he was saying with a little smile, "Pumpkin Pie is traditional breakfast the mornin' after Thanksgivin'."