Happy Thanksgiving? - OTA

[st_unaligned]

Dyson had been kind enough to acquiesce to Bo's request to find a wild turkey and bring it back so she could make a Thanksgiving turkey. He had told her he would cook it over a fire, but Bo was determined to make the turkey the proper way with stuffing and whatever. She wanted there to be at least a little bit of home here and channeling her energy into this felt a lot more productive right now than waiting for Regina and Dyson to figure out how to get the arch to actually be magical so it could be used as the first trial.

So when the fire alarm sounded from the kitchen, it was probably a bad sign. So was the smoke that seeped through the cracks of the kitchen door.


Bo coughed as she waved a cloth at the oven and then retrieved a very burned turkey from the oven. Charred might be a better descriptor. She coughed and set the pan on the counter. "I swear I followed the directions to the letter."

Except she had used Celsius instead of Fahrenheit.

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[st_arknaked]

I'm not saying I told you so," Dyson was lounging against a counter watching, a half smile on his face. He'd happily provided the bird, he'd even cleaned and dressed it for her. (It was entirely possible there was a second turkey roasting over a fire somewhere).

"I'm just asking, how you managed to grow up where you did and not learn to cook?"

[st_unaligned]

She sent Dyson a look that said 'if you laugh, I will punch you in the face.' And then she sighed. "It was sort of the biggest way I could give my mom the middle finger without actually giving her the finger." It had been a point of contention occasionally.

"Maybe it's still good on the inside?"

[st_arknaked]

For some reason he'd thought she'd been fairly content before the whole incident with Kyle and running away, but he had no reson to assume that. In fact what she said made more sense.

"It's probably raw on the inside." He said without a trace of laughter in his voice. Very serious.

[st_unaligned]

She sent him a pout that was probably a bit melodramatic. "I don't get what went wrong."

Bo was determined that her turkey could somehow be salvaged. She took a fork and big, sharp knife and began to attempt to saw through. It was hard going.

[st_arknaked]

He watched her hack at the bird with a pragmatic expression on his face, since he knew she had to do it before she was going to accept that it was a lost cause.

"I'm going to assume you defrosted it. Did you set the timer wrong?"

[st_unaligned]

"Yes." She caught herself and took a breath - this was not Dyson's fault. "I did everything the instructions said to do." Bo began to list off the instructions.

"...and then I put it in for 450 degrees." She punched the buttons as if to prove it to Dyson she wasn't dumb, only to clearly be using Celsius.

[st_arknaked]

"I'm not saying the American's are right," considering the rest of the civilized world used Celsius. "But unless you happened across a non American cookbook that instruction was probably in Fahrenheit."

Bo & Buffy

[st_accato]

Buffy had been getting better with cooking, with the help of Carlos, but that didn't mean she didn't recognize the all too familiar aroma of burnt food. She hastened her footsteps to the kitchen and paused in the entryway.

"Well, at least this time it wasn't me." She said with a small smile, "need some help?"

Re: Bo & Buffy

[st_unaligned]

"Yeah.. I could use help hiding my shame. Know any tricks?" She poked the charred bird with a fork and it barely penetrated. Maybe Bo invented some new material harder than metal.

Re: Bo & Buffy

[st_accato]

"Well, we can bury it out in the desert where it will eventually turn into fertilizer." Buffy offered, "but the best thing about this oven, is that it's self cleaning." She smiled, "all you have to do is use that." Buffy pointed to where it said self cleaning cycle.

"Though tip of the day, remove the racks first. It's a lot easier to wash those by hand instead of wiping them down." It was said by someone that knew that from experience.

Re: Bo & Buffy

[st_unaligned]

"Wait, so you're saying I messed up the turkey and I need to clean up an entire oven? Ugh. This day is getting worse." Shows her to try and be domestic.

Re: Bo & Buffy

[st_accato]

"Nope, I'm saying that the entire oven cleans itself." Buffy assured her. "You don't have to do anything."

Re: Bo & Buffy

[st_unaligned]

"Teach me your ways, wise one." Bow as already moving towards the oven. Thankfully, the alarm seemed to go off on it's own somehow. "And then maybe how I can still have Thanksgiving Dinner without a turkey."

Bo & Jackson

[st_illfleshandblood]

Jackson had been called over by the sound of the fire alarm, a sound he had learned to identify the first time he had wanted a smoke inside his room.

At least it didn't look like this one had set off any sprinklers.

"'m sure you did, darlin'," he said, pushing his voice to be heard over the sound of the alarm, and coughed a little at the smoke. It was easy enough to climb on the counter and disable the alarm, with the practiced ease of someone who disabled the one in his room every morning, so he could have a smoke in peace. "There, that's better," he stated, and jumped back down to the floor.

He winced at the charred remains of the bird she'd taken out of the oven. "That meant to be a turkey?"

Re: Bo & Jackson

[st_unaligned]

She watched him disable the alarm and looked thankful when the alarm went off. At least there wasn't any more sound to announce her failure.

Bo pouted. "It might still be salvageable."

Maybe as a torture device.

Re: Bo & Jackson

[st_illfleshandblood]

"Might be," Jackson confirmed, and coughed again a little. "Not sure as what."

Could you even club someone on the head with it? The bird looked charred enough it might just crumble and do very little damage.

Re: Bo & Jackson

[st_unaligned]

She sent him a playful 'hey!' expression, then smiled just a little. "So you don't want to taste test it for me?" She stuck out her tongue at him.

Re: Bo & Jackson

[st_illfleshandblood]

"That ain't gettin' anywhere near my mouth, darlin'," Jackson replied with a shake of his head, and a healthy dose of amusement. "You wanna crack it open, see if there's anything salvageable inside?"

Re: Bo & Jackson

[st_unaligned]

"That's the first time a guy has said that to me" she flashed him an amused grin - she couldn't help herself with that one.

But she decided to find out if the turkey was salvageable and reached for a knife. It was serated which was good considering she was going to have to saw it like wood.

[st_ranger]

It was the sound of the alarm that had drawn Bucky to the kitchen. Slowly, he peeked inside, raising an eyebrow at what he'd seen. He'd waited until the gentleman had disarmed the alarm for her before making his way in.

"Huh." He glanced around the room, then over to the turkey. "Not the type of thing we can just go buy now, hmm?" He frowned, before glancing up at her. He could see she was upset about the situation.

"At least you tried?"

[st_unaligned]

She sighed. "Yeah. But now we have cranberry sauce and no turkey to go with it. I mean, maybe I could get the chef to make a whole chicken for me, but it's not the same, you know?"

[st_ranger]

"No, probably not." He blinked. "I... I've lost track of the days here, I think. Is it Thanksgiving?" Not that he remembered really celebrating. Not since long before the war. And back then, the holiday wasn't as embraced as it is now. "Uh..." He moved in closer. "I... I don't cook. I can go try to catch another one?"

[st_unaligned]

"Canadian Thanksgiving. It's still October... I know, it's confusing, but we like to be different up North." Bo smile wryly and winked at him, looking, perhaps, a little more seductive than she meant to.

At his offer, she shook her head. "No, no. Don't worry about it - I'll just... well, maybe this is salvageable, right?" Bo reached for a knife.

[st_ranger]

"Canadian... Ah." Bucky nodded his head, looking at her as he moved closer to her. If she really needed help with the turkey, he could certainly try. He wondered if it would be frozen in the middle or if she had some modicum of success with it. "Not different. Just... Different time and history. No two countries are the same."

If she was trying to be seductive, he didn't really notice. He'd been out of the game too long, to be honest. "If it's frozen, I can try to hold it while you cut?"

[st_unaligned]

When Bo usually tried to be seductive, it was hard to resist. Thankfully she wasn't in one of her bad states right now. "If it's still frozen I'm going to consider throwing the thing out onto the lawn and letting the kids around here use it as a soccer ball until it's destroyed."

...She was mostly joking.

"But thanks." She started to 'carve'. "We haven't formally met, but you're.... Buck right?"