Looks like we're gonna have three more for Thanksgiving this year than we did last year, what with Myrcella and Damian living here and I'm obviously inviting Gendry. So, unless Robb and Jon have girlfriends they haven't told us about or Sansa has a secret boyfriend, there should be eleven of us at Thanksgiving dinner this year. That means that my mother is probably going to want me to help cook. I'm sure Gendry will want to come over early to watch that. At least I'm a little better at this stuff than my father. Seems like being British makes him unable to make a turkey. Guess it's a good thing I'm only half British.