Selene had never actually celebrated Thanksgiving. This year more then any other she felt as if she had things to be thankful for. Unexpected friends. Second chances. New beginnings. She was very quiet as she slipped into the kitchen. After all she had offered her limited cooking skills when Cordelia had asked for help.
The only person in the room she knew was Peter. Selene smiled softly as she finished pulling her long hair back into a pony tail.
"How may I help?" She cleared her throat lightly and glanced between the dark haired beauty and the tall man in the glasses. "Oh-- I am Selene -- a friend of-" Selene paused awkwardly for a moment. Was she really any ones friend of just an obligation because they are 'superheroes' of sorts? "I know Peter and Cordelia."
That introduction was better then 'I am here because the man I love wanted to kill me because he thought I was sleeping with his brother and killing his friends.' Letting out the deep breath she was holding she picked up an apron as well. "So, I am not the best cook, but I take instruction very well."