Alex had invited Laswell and her wife over for Thanksgiving, a small break Farah allowed him. Alex mostly wanted to avoid the chaos from the Shadows and "saved," the Laswells from the Shadows would be making right about now that football was playing.

Alex had already set up a few dishes for the group, green bean casserole, marshed potatoes, and all sorts of classics for the day. He had just pulled the turkey out of the oven. The smell was intoxicating to them, making their stomachs growl, even if they had already began to eat the other dishes in front of them.

It didn't take long for them to dig into the food, Alex secretly hoping there weren't any toasts. He only received a few compliments from the Laswells about his cooking, to which he gratefully accepted. So far, the group had been enjoying the calmness of the day.