Network for Winterdale

What a damn lousy time of year. Thanks for all the sentimentality, I hate it.

If anyone needs me, and they won't I'll be kicking this hunk of junk Quill called a ship until I can get off this rock.

This weekend is Thanksgiving. I'm happy to host again this year if anyone wants to come. Feel free to bring a dish or just an empty stomach.

It's been too long since we've all had a meal together and there's plenty of new faces to join in this year.

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Okay sure. This - I-

Sure.

This might as well happen.

I don't care if it's an overdone trend, all I want from now on is pumpkin spice everything.

Tangentially related: Steve, Sam, as soon as there's a pumpkin patch open, we're going. I don't know when Halloween became such a huge deal, but this is way more fun than the 30s and 40s.

I'm guessing the note I found under that plate means those cookies weren't for sharing exactly. They were delicious. There's still a couple left, too.

Sorry Sam. And maybe Bucky.

I was trying to decide where jellyfish fall on my weirdness scale, and you know what, I'm not even going bother. I'm just going to accept this and move on.

I'm not sure what I'm more impressed with myself for, that I managed to bake cookies without burning the house down, or that they're actually good.

Not expecting to see a few familiar faces, but hey.


[Steve]
Steven Grant Rogers, what the hell.