Author: HaughtyHippogriff
Rating: K
Word Count: 300
thebarsondaily prompt: turkey
"It sure was nice of the precinct to feed us," Carisi said as he dropped into his seat and tucked into his heavily-laden plate.
"Yeah, considering they had us here working, and all," Amanda replied. "I'd have rather been home with Jessie."
"First rule of being a cop—you no longer get holidays," Fin added.
"Still," Carisi said between mouthfuls, "it's pretty festive, ya know?"
Amanda nodded once and they fell silent. She supposed it was festive, all things considered. They had decorated the squad room with balloons and streamers in autumn colors, there was a large pumpkin on the serving table, and there was even a costumed turkey lurking in the corner.
Now that she thought about it, she hadn't seen the turkey move from its spot this whole time.
"Hey—is that turkey over there a statue, or what?"
Nobody knew, and they continued to eat until Olivia joined them a few moments later.
"Happy Thanksgiving," she said, only partially managing to keep the sarcasm out of her tone.
"You, too, Liv," Fin said, patting her on the shoulder. It was as affectionate as Fin ever got.
"Say, Sarge—do you know the story on that turkey in the corner?"
"Hmm, maybe. How do you mean?" Olivia glanced at the turkey and a smile curved her lips.
"I mean, is it a person or what?"
"Oh, it's definitely a person." Olivia smirked.
All three of pairs of eyes looked at her curiously.
"Okay, now you're gonna have to explain," Fin said.
"Nothing to explain. He lost a bet and now he's the fowl entertainment," she said, and laughed, clearly amused with herself.
"He who? And wasn't Barba supposed to swing by?" Carisi asked.
Olivia caught her breath long enough to say: "Who did you think lost the bet?"
A/N: Thanks to barsonaddict for suggesting I go back to all the previous thebarsondaily prompts! 2 down, 20 to go!