Thanksgiving, Thanksgetting. Not sure I'll really ever understand this holiday.

Tia had dragged Owen out of the bar to have a word with him in the side alley. "Who was that?"

"What? She's nobody," Owen said. "Just some girl I was talking to."

Tia pursed her lips. "She looked like she was being pretty friendly with you..."

"It's nothing."

"It obviously wasn't nothing..."

"And just how do you figure that? We were just talking."

Tia sighed and shook her head.

"Don't you trust me?"

She looked up into his eyes and tried to block Via's voice from ringing out in her head. "Of... Owen... I..."

"Unbelievable." He looked away and rolled his eyes. "It was those two, wasn't it?" he asked, tilting his head towards the bar.

"No, Owen, it's not that—"

"Spare me. Tia, why do you listen to them? They don't know what I'm like!"

"Sometimes I wonder," she muttered.

He let out a short laugh. "Fine. Talk to me when you're willing to form your own opinion of me. You know, your boyfriend." He turned on his heel and headed back to the bar.

"YOU'RE SO IMMATURE!" she shouted after him, causing a few passersby to give the two of them a curious look. She shook her head and ran back to the hotel.

- - -

At two in the morning, Keely and Phil were fast asleep in their room. Elsewhere, Via and Seth's room was completely empty. Meanwhile, Tia sat at the foot of the bed, waiting impatiently for Owen to come back. She heard a key scraping at the lock, then stood up and stormed over to the door and flung it open.

"Get in here," she said through clenched teeth. He slowly walked past her, blinking slowly. He flinched as she slammed the door and spun around wildly to face him. "Where have you been?"

"...Out?" he answered as he sat on the bed. She sighed and slapped him on the back of the head. "Ow! What was that for?"

"You were supposed to come back with me!"

"You didn't want to talk to me!"

"Don't you know anything about girls?" He opened his mouth to reply, but she cut him off. "Don't answer that. Just... where were you."

"At the pub," he groggily answered.

"Phil and Keely were back an hour and a half ago."

"Phil and Keely, Phil and Keely. Why don't you just marry Phil and Keely?"

"That's not what this is about and you know it."

"You're right. This is about you getting mad at whatever I do."

"This is about you investing nothing in this relationship."

"Are you kidding me? Listen to yourself right now! You're getting jealous over nothing!"

"Ugh... I'm done with this. Just go to sleep, okay?"

Owen gladly obliged.

Just as Owen was falling asleep, Seth was quietly unlocking the door to his room, mindful to try not to wake anyone up.

"Where in the hell have you been?" Via asked from behind him, causing him to jump and gasp.

"I should ask you the same question," he said, opening the door and letting her and himself in.

"Point taken. Let us never speak of it again."

"I– ...okay..."

Via nodded and went to take a shower, despite the late hour. He was fast asleep by the time she got out.

- - -

The next day, around noon, Phil and Keely were having an uninteresting conversation in the lobby. Via was resting in a chair beside them, and Seth was sitting in a chair across from Via's, not looking particularly engaged. Keely checked her watch, then glanced around the room. "Where are they, anyway?"

As if in response to her question, Tia walked into the room, alone. "Uh... where's Owen?" Phil asked.

"He's coming down on his own."

"Wow, Tia. Wow."

"What happened?" Via asked.

"That boy is just being immature. As usual."

"Well I say it's about bloody time you opened your eyes to the situation."

Tia gave Via an incensed look, but Keely stood up and put a hand around her before she did anything. "Look, Tia," she said, "Via's... kind of got a point."

Tia rolled her eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"He's... always been a little immature?"

"I'd just like to know what he did to get this reaction from you," Via said, crossing her right leg over her left and leaning back into her chair.

"That's not important."

"I beg to differ."

"It's your fault in the first place!" Tia said, pointing at Via.

She looked up at Tia curiously. "And just how do you figure that?"

"It was your stupid comments about him the other day! I told him about it and he got all insecure and then he started getting all..." Tia stammered furiously as she searched for the right word.

"So isn't it your fault for telling him?"

"The hell it is! Why should I keep that from him?"

"It's not your job to tell him everything. He certainly doesn't tell you everything."

"WHAT is that supposed to mean?!" Tia took a threatening step towards Via, but Keely held her back. Numerous people in the lobby had taken a notice of the scene.

"Tia," Keely pleaded in an undertone, "could you please calm down?"

Tia shut her eyes and sighed. "Whatever."

"What happened between you two, anyway? Like, seriously."

"Oh please, you don't want to know."

"Sure I do, Tia! Come on, please?"

"It's your fault, too."

"My fault?!" Keely asked, quickly becoming defensive. "How do you figure that?!"

"Cause you and Phil are so perfect together. Jeez, you're perfect for each other, too! And you two just have to rub it in everyone's faces about how well off you are. What planet is he from, anyway?"

"Uh, Tia," Phil said, raising his hand to wave at her. "Kinda standing right here."

Tia went on, ignoring him. "I swear, you two are so ... it's insufferable, how well you get along. And Owen, he's just..." She trailed off, her vocabulary failing her again.

"Hormonal?" Seth piped up.

"Pushy?" Phil filled in.

"Needy?" Keely proposed.

"A dense, smarmy git?" Via offered.

Tia shook her head, waving them all off. "He's just... he knows what he wants. And he's... yeah, he's a bit pushy," she admitted, gesturing to Phil. He shrugged and nodded.

"But no time to talk about it now," Keely said, as Owen walked into the lobby.

"Ugh. I am not talking to him," Tia said with a roll of her eyes.

"I am not talking to her," Owen informed Phil as he walked up next to him.

"What, uh... what happened with you two, Owen?"

"I don't wanna talk about it," he said, shaking his head. "Let's just get this lunch thing over with."

"That bad, huh?"

"Wha- ...yeah, basically...."

"Oh, Owen... Owen, Owen, Owen. Owen."

Owen looked at Phil curiously.

"Don't you see what's going on here?"

"..."

Phil rolled his eyes. "You know what, never mind. If you don't get it now, you aren't going to when I explain it to you."

"Don't sweat it, Phil," Keely advised him. "I know Tia. And she and her boyfriends tend to go through this a lot. A lot a lot. This is totally normal."

"Yeah, I guess. But Owen isn't exactly normal, though."

"Can we just get this over with?" Tia asked.

- - -

"Keely, could you please ask Owen to pass the biscuits?"

Keely groaned. "Owen, pass Tia the biscuits."

"Phil, tell Tia that other people might like the biscuits, and that she doesn't have to hoard them all to herself."

Phil looked over at Owen as he set down his glass of water, then turned to Tia. "Owen thinks you're too possessive of the biscuits."

"Via, tell Owen that he should offer some to me before you."

"You are not pulling me into this," Via said emphatically.

Tia sighed and turned back to Keely. "Keely, tell Via that she's not helping the situation."

"Uh... you're not not talking to Via..."

"Via, tell Tia that her insecurity is really unattractive and immature."

"Did you not hear what I just said?" Via asked indignantly, turning to Owen.

"Via, tell Owen that you two just proved my point about him."

"Honestly? You can still hear me, yes? I haven't gone completely mad, have I?"

"Here's an idea," Keely softly suggested, in an attempt to get a word in.

"What point?" Owen asked, addressing Tia for the first time in the day.

Via buried her face in her hands as Tia began her long-winded reply. "Somebody shoot me," she muttered, trying to avoid the attention Owen and Tia were drawing to the table.

"So, uh, I've been invited to a party three nights from now," Seth said in an undertone to Via. "It'll probably be lame, but it'll be better than putting up with this, right?"

"Oh, definitely. Would I be able to come along?"

"Oh, yeah. She said all of you could come, but I'm not so sure I'd want to bring those two."

"She?" Via asked in confusion. Not a second later, she made the connection. "Oh, that Caitlin girl. Of course." He nodded and shrugged. "Don't you think it would be entertaining to bring them along, though? It might yet push them completely over the edge."

The two of them focused their attention back to the argument on the other side of the table.

"...maybe if you'd just take a minute to stop flirting with every girl you see—"

"I don't! You're just—"

"Or if you'd at least stop lying to me all the time—"

"You're so insecure! You always—"

"Come on, Keely. I need to go to the restroom."

"I-I... okay?..." Keely stuttered, looking at Phil pleadingly. He shrugged helplessly, and Tia yanked Keely by the wrist and stormed off.

"Well!" Via announced with a smile. "This has gone brilliantly, hasn't it?" Owen slowly looked over at her, then groaned and leaned his head back. "Who's for dessert?"