The First Annual Adopted Family Thanksgiving

[smartass_captain]

It's not that Jim forgot about the second present he gave Verity way back a month ago on her birthday. How could he forget, when he'd had to dig out the key to the house to get it replicated? It's sat out on his desk in his quarters every day since, a bold reminder that Jim Kirk was seriously doing this.

Jim Kirk was going to try to have a normal family. A family who celebrated (some) holidays. A family who came together. Not a relationship. Hell no. But...you know..siblings? A family? He almost worried Sam or his mother would try to reach out to him. Thankfully no such messages yet. Which means Jim is free to spend time with the people he actually wants in his life.

And that means getting Thanksgiving put together.

He'll call Clint later. First things first. Calling Big Sister.

"Verity? It's Jim. You busy?"

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[smartass_captain]

Jim will stick to the apple tower but he does get a bigger bit than the rest of them and ice cream. Plus a little bit of whipped cream just to try it.

You can't stop him! He plays by his own rules. Unless Verity smacks him with a spoon.

[brave_heart_verity]

"Tahitian is considered the subtler type of vanilla bean. Madagascar doesn't have the gentle floral notes." Like they know or care what she's talking about at this point. "You know, they say plants grow better if you play music for them. I'm surprised that there isn't some kind of fancy local-grown non-GMO organic music-raised foodie movement. People could get all snobby about what kind of music their food was raised on."

No smacking, with a spoon or without. They can do what they want. They're adults. There's plenty of whipped cream so Clint can bury both his pieces of pie in it if he wants. She gathers up what they'll need for coffee and takes it out to the table so they can sit and eat that pie already. Because pie.

[aw_hawkguy]

He can? Yes. Yeeeess! Beware the blob, it's covering everything!

"That sounds like a good idea. What kind'a music would you want your fancy greens raised on?"

With pie and coffee at the table, Clint claims his seat, but waits for everyone else to be sitting, too, before he digs in.

[smartass_captain]

"I'd go with classical, personally." Jim the Beastie Boys is classical in your time. And you still listen to them. Your taste in music should not be trusted. on the other hand, those would be some sick beats to raise a plant on.

"You know, give the plants a good tempo to rock out to." Okay slice of apple tower. You may be mighty. But you have never witnessed Jim Kirk. Your fate was sealed the moment you chose to be apple-licious.


Om nom nom.

[brave_heart_verity]

"Microgreens should be raised on classical music. Something mellow. Heartier things like kale should have jazz." She is very serious about this. So serious. "Root vegetables should be raised on dubstep. Because it's very underground."

She pours coffee and passes them out, milk and sugar added to their usual preferences. And then, it's time to try that pumpkin pie.

[aw_hawkguy]

"Heh, underground. What gets classic rock?" Clint asks, because of course he does.

Let the pie-ening begin!