Dmitri had gone home after his shift at the diner, washed the morning's work away and changed into a button down shirt and smart trousers for the Thanksgiving lunch at the Ruby. He'd pulled on a scarf and light jacket against the slightly cooler weather, and headed over carrying a floral arrangement as a gift. It was deeply ingrained in his culture to never appear empty handed to such an event.
He opened the door, and smiled broadly at Lacey as she excitedly babbled about everything on offer.
"A drunken pumpkin?" he chuckled with amusement. "You are most witty, Lacey," he told her as he let the door close behind him. "And Happy Thanksgiving. This is for you," he told her, presenting her with her floral gift.