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_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?"

[st_ranger]

Unfortunately, Bucky wasn't like most men. Being a weapon for HYDRA and wiped repeatedly did something to a man's mind. And, sadly, his libido, or lack of one in Bucky's case. With a small smile, he stepped forward and stood closer to the table in case she wanted his help. If nothing else, his metal hand might have a better grip on the meat, but he didn't tell her what to do.

"They might enjoy that," he quipped softly. "Yeah. Buck. Bucky. Hey you works in a pinch," he tried to tease. "I... I'm new. New faces probably attract attention here, hmm?"

[st_unaligned]

She shrugged. "Depends on the new arrival. It's sort of like high school. Some people show up and are instantly popular. Some show up and are instantly labelled weird and others show up and sort of blend in. Thankfully most of us don't have to deal with puberty or gym class here though." She smiled wryly.

She attempted to cut the bird. She clearly had more strength in her than her frame suggested. Still, it was proving slow-going.

[st_ranger]

"High school. I didn't mind it so much. My best friend had it rougher." He sighed, his smile slipping a little. He'd had no problem charming women and men, making friends. Steve had been a runt that needed protecting, so he did it. "Not really fond of high school. I hope things are better here," he murmurs.

He glanced over at her. "I think I'm the weird one who isn't blending in well." He's mostly trying to joke with her, but there's a hint of truth and honesty in his words. He waited, watching her carve, not wanting to intervene until she asks for the help. "Too bad. I'd be good at the gym class. I have a bit of an advantage with the arm."

[st_unaligned]

Her smile widened. "Well, there is a gym and a few guys I'm sure will take you up on a competition. There are some men here with very fragile egos." To which she looked amused thinking about them.