Rating: Pg-13
Characters: Team
Prompt/Prompter: First Thanksgiving
Notes:

It Started With A Turkey

It started two days before thanksgiving when Parker announced she bought a Turkey.

It took the team between ten (Nate) and thirty (Hardison) seconds to stop what they were doing and look over toward Parker in disbelief as her word choice sank in.

She bought a Turkey. Not Stole, bought.

Before they had recovered Parker dumped a suspiciously Turkey sized and shaped package onto Eliot's lap. "I bought it so you can cook it."

Eliot looked up, rendered non-verbal once more by Parker being, well, Parker.

The silence that followed was broken when Hardison added. "I can make the stuffing."

Eliot looked about ready to finally find something to say, possibly along the lines of 'Hell No.' when Sophie spoke up. "That's a wonderful idea. I can bring cranberry sauce, oh, and Pumpkin Pie. It's been forever sine I baked. Since that job in Prague a few years ago."

'Hell no' was interrupted one more time when Nate mused aloud. "I helped Maggie cook mashed potatoes enough times I could probably do it myself."

"Hell No."

There it was.

"I'm not spending all day cookin' a Turkey so you can spend fifteen minutes stuffing your faces with it, and none of you are comin' anywhere near my or Nate's kitchen an' don't say that you'd just make it at home and bring it over. I know you three don't even have kitchens." Eliot cut off Hardison before he spoke a word. "Microwaves don't count."

"But Eliot it's Thanksgiving." Parker insisted. "And we're a family and this is our first thanksgiving together."

"And" Sophie added with a sly smile. "If we destroy your kitchen we'll buy you a better one."

That was how it started.

It ended with them ordering in Chinese and the others tried to pretend like they actually cared how much they were all about to shell out to repair the damages to Eliot's realm.

What happened between was added to the list of things Eliot would never willing speak about.

Right after the private admission that there were a lot worse ways to spend the holiday.