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RP: Thanksgiving Day
Who: Everyone
Where: Team rec house
When: November 24, 2011
Summary: Thanksgiving dinner

Savannah had been up relatively early (but still later than usual), making sure that everything was ready, visiting different people in case they needed help with the food.

At 11:00 am, they had their game. It was fun and not as competitive as the Easter game. Three pregnant women and the director seemed to make everyone extra careful. Even Tim didn't block as he knew, because there was no way that picking her up and blowing a raspberry against her neck was suddenly in the rules. Still the sun was out, they weren't working and everyone was having fun.

They played for a little over an hour and then back home to shower and get ready and then the rec house. "Brian, what have you done?" she asked, eyes glistening as she got inside the first floor apartment.

"Do you like?" Brian answered. All the furniture had been moved into what were supposed to be the bedroom. In the living room, there was a giant table that took the length of the room and wide almost as much, leaving enough room for the door and for people to walk by. "Since we can't find a table big enough, I got some plywood, some 2x4 to make plenty of legs and screwed everything together, and we all know how good I am with screwing."

Savannah snorted, but it was perfect, because they'd never find a table for forty people and this was big enough to accommodate even more arrivals. The chairs were simple folding chairs and the plywood ha been covered by vinyl tablecloths with thanksgiving designs. It was perfect.

Slowly everyone arrived and they were finally sitting down for dinner. "I'd like to say grace before we start," she said, looking around and eyes locking with G for a moment, and she smiled at him.

"Lord, we thank you for all the food you have given us. We thank you for bringing us together during this past year, keeping us safe, and giving us love and friendships that we never expected. We're very thankful for our parents and lovers, for our brothers and sisters, for these three children you have granted us, for all the family and friends sitting at this table and for the opportunity to being together. Amen." It was simple, short, and some people might not agree, but whether anyone admitted it or not, they were friends, bound together. They were family.