"You sure about this, Wade?"

Wade shook his head. "Charlie, you ask me that every year and every year I tell you that I've got it covered."

"I just don't want-"

"Charlie, it's covered." Wade smiled at the older man. "You just go and see those grandkids and enjoy your day off. Bring me back some of Maggie's cookies as payment."

"Afternoon, Dr Hart." Charlie smiled at Zoe as she walked up.

"Charlie. Wade." Zoe smiled as she settled on a stool.

"Decide you wanted that ride after all?" Wade grinned.

"Now it does look like rain."

"I've still got over an hour on my shift."

"No worries."

"Get you something while you wait, ma'am." Charlie asked. "Burger. Piece of cobbler."

"Not really hungry. But I will take a cup of coffee."

Charlie reached for the pot on the warmer and shook his head. "How about I start a fresh pot?"

"Charlie Drew, you spoil me." Zoe laughed as the older man disappeared into the kitchen.

Wade grabbed a towel and started drying the rack of glasses on the end of the counter. "You really come here for the ride or are you just avoiding going home."

"Both." Zoe sighed. "It's a bit too quiet there by myself."

A shout from the other end of the bar pulled Wade away and Zoe sat watching the hustle and bustle.

"There you are." Charlie sat the cup on the counter with a flourish. "And I know you said you weren't hungry but there was this one little sliver of pie left, really not enough to sell to anyone and I know you wouldn't want it to go to waste." Charlie slid the plate in front of her.

"Thanks Charlie." Zoe smiled. "Good pie."

"Now if you'll excuse me, I've got stuffing to finish preparing."

"Stuffing?"

"Yeah, goes with turkey, gravy, yams." Wade smirked at her. "Don't they have Thanksgiving dinner in New York?"

"Yeah. We have Thanksgiving dinner." Zoe smirked back. "I figured the Rammer Jammer would be closed with everyone at their family's."

"Not everyone in Bluebell has family to spend it with. So the Rammer Jammer fixes dinner for them."

"Nice."

"Glad you think so cause you're coming."

"I don't think so."

"Zoe, Lavon will freak out if he finds out that you spent the day alone. Besides I was kind of hoping you'd be my wing man."

"Your wing man?"

"Yeah, see I'm in charge of the turkeys."

"How appropriate."

Wade ignored her jab. "I've got 12 of them to cook and it can be a bit dangerous so it's best to have someone around."

"How can cooking a turkey be dangerous?"

"You haven't seen how I cook 'em." Wade laughed. "Look you can say no but if something happens you'll end up here anyway."

"You could always call Brick."

"Brick doesn't have your charming bedside manner, or your skilled hands." Wade smiled.

"I don't-"

"Please." He pouted.

"Okay, fine. I'll come to dinner."

"And?"

"And I'll be your wing man, person, whatever. But are you sure? I totally suck in the kitchen. I'll probably ruin things."

"Little chance of that. Charlie's already put most of it together and the rest is coming out of cans. Shelley and Mary Ann can handle that stuff."

"Then what do you need me for?"

"I'll show you in the morning."