Barry Allen followed Clark Kent as he lead the way towards Clark's family home. Being aware that Barry would be alone this Thanksgiving with his father in prison, Clark had invited his team mate to spend the holiday with his family. An act of kindness that Barry was quick to give thanks for, before the two entered the house.
"Thank you for inviting me to spend Thanksgiving at your house, Clark. It's been a long time since I celebrated it." Barry thanked Clark. His voice wistful, at the thought of Thanksgivings with his family, long gone by.
"Not a problem. I wouldn't dream of allowing a friend of mine to spend the holidays alone." Clark replied and opened the front door, once they'd reached porch. Holding it open like a gentleman, for Barry to enter.
Already inside, were Martha Kent and Lois Lane, who had been waiting for Clark and Barry to arrive, so they could begin the Thanksgiving celebrations.
"Barry, this is my mother Martha. Lois, you've already met, I presume." Clark introduced his mother to Barry, who gave them a welcoming smile as they entered the house.
"We have. Thanks for not letting your boyfriend kill us, by the way." Barry added, with little consideration for the effect his words might have, making the atmosphere uncomfortable.
"Who's hungry?" Martha stepped in, saving Lois from the embarrassment of having to reply.
The four took their seats around the dining room table, which was lavishly covered with platters of roast vegetables, bowls of bread rolls and a delectable turkey in the middle.
After everyone was seated, Clark rose from his seat to make a toast.
"Before we eat, I'd like to give my thanks first, if that's alright. When I arrived on Earth after my planet was destroyed, I thought it would be my only second chance at life. Today, I am thankful that I was wrong." Clark finished and sat down, helping himself to a turkey leg.
"Hey! I was going to get that." Barry complained, after Clark placed the leg on his plate. He was the one with the lightning fast metabolism. It should have been him, who had gotten his hands on the best part of the turkey.
"You'll just have to be faster, next time." Clark teased with a cheeky grin. "Those eggs bourguignon I had for brunch were delicious by the way."
"Oh, I thought we weren't to going to mention that again." Barry responded with disappointment, when Clark brought up the topic of his defeat in the race to determine who was the fastest.
Deciding that Clark and Barry had bantered with each other for long enough, Lois rose from her chair and gave her own toast.
"Barry. If it wasn't for you, the man I love wouldn't be with us, today. And for that I am thankful."
"Oh… wow. That kind of puts me on the spot." Barry confessed, feeling the pressure. His thoughts racing, to compose a worthy toast to follow Lois'.
"Uh… I, for one are thankful that I didn't get a crime scene at work… with blood splattered all over the walls like last week." Barry said, after a moment of reflection. Giving thanks for the first thing he could think of, even if it was not the most appropriate thing to say around a dinner table.
"And friends." Barry added quickly, when he saw the slightly repulsed faces of his friends.
"I'm thankful to have you all as my friends." Barry finished his toast. Smiling when he realized his friends had let him finish his speech without interruption, even if it had been off putting. Feeling joy and gratitude in his heart from being surrounded by friends who accepted him.