"Okay," she said, grabbing the bag she'd brought with her and emptying it into the fridge and onto the counter. With a laugh, she told him, "Not if you don't want to run the risk of salmonella. Actually, I want mine to be 180ยบ." Handing him a bowl and some measuring spoons, she pointed him in the direction of the spices she'd set out on the counter. "Pretend it's chemistry and mix these in a bowl for me." She handed him a list with the appropriate amounts.
Pulling some vegetables and an orange together, she chopped them up and mixed it with the cornbread she'd made the night before. Using Tony's herb mixture as a rub, she then stuffed the turkey and poured chicken broth over it.
With a smile, Pepper pulled out two bottles of champagne, and handed one to Tony. "That one is for the turkey," she grinned at him. "Pour all of it on and make sure some gets inside, then you can put the foil over it and the lid on, and put it in the oven." Opening her own bottle, she added. "While I pour two glasses for us."
There were a few hours before the turkey would be done, and anything else they would eat with it wouldn't take anywhere near as long. Pepper had been moving since she'd first gotten his page, the sudden lull brought clarity. She looked up at the parade and breathed. This was... this felt different. "You bought a turkey," she said.