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Happy Thanksgiving? - OTA

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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"I'm more of a liquor, girls and guys gal. Murder I can do without. Though handcuffs can be fun." She flashed a similar smile right back at him.

"Spoken like someone who's never been in them for the wrong kind of reason," Jackson replied, amused. "Although they seem less cumbersome now, accordin' to the motion pictures I've watched."

But the ones from his time? No, he'd be fine never bringing them into bed. Scarves could do the job just as well. No need to damage anyone's wrists for a bit of fun.

"Oh, they are. Some are even fuzzy." She winked. "And there's a bunch of different kinds, too." Which is to say that it probably sounded like if Jackson wanted to dabble, she might have the various kinds at her disposal. "Although nothing really beats silk rope."

Jackson straightened up, and pointed at her with the knife he held. "My point exactly." Next, he gestured at the very dead bird. "Think I've saved all that I could."

She looked at the small amount that Jackson was able to salvage and sighed. "Well, I guess I could make a sandwich, huh?" That wasn't too bad, right? "I'm definitely not going to live this down for a while with Dyson."

"Take it we don't have an extra turkey lying around for you to try this again," Jackson stated, putting the knives down and moving to the sink to wash his hands. Habit, after cutting into something dead.

"Knowing Dyson, he might have another one somewhere just in case." Maybe he knew her too well if he could guess she would end up messing this whole dinner thing up. "I think I might just cut my losses and go for something else... the chef here makes chicken, right? Maybe I'll just get him to cook me a full chicken."

It was sort of like Turkey, right?

"Solid plan," Jackson congratulated her, wiping his hands dry on a towel.

She paused, then looked at Jackson with a smile. "Thanks, Jackson. You know, for not stating the obvious and making me feel more of an idiot than I already do."

"Hey, I ain't sure I could work that oven either," he answered with a half smile.

She nudged him with her shoulder. "Still, I appreciate it. If I ever figure out how to make a decent turkey, I'll owe you some."

"I'll hold you to that," Jackson told her with a half smile, and brought a hand to his hat to tip it slightly. "If you're no longer in need, Bo..."

Bo had to bite her lip - he really left the door open sometimes for her. She reminded herself to play nice and just shook her head. "Not right now, but if I do, I'll come calling."

Well, so did she, and his smile said as much before he turned to go. "See that you do." He could behave, too.

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