Back home, Lacey's moods were described as too upbeat at the least. On the island, she had experienced even greater happiness, especially now that she was engaged. There was no homesickness this Thanksgiving - only a reminder of all the wonderful things she had to be grateful for. As she cooked, she'd occasionally look at her hands, already picturing a wedding ring there. In her mind, she was saying 'Mrs. Lacey Jackson.' over and over. It was a wonder she hadn't said it out loud yet.
Lacey had the cafe up for many guests, hoping especially to see her closest friends. She carefully transferred the turkey onto a carving board and looked up when the door to the cafe opened. "C'mon in. There are appetizers on the buffet table and the main meal will be served soon. Oh, and I have cocktails! I think you're really like one I'm calling the drunken pumpkin." It had been inspired by the recent mention of pumpkin flavoured things.