Prompt: Can you write something about Jack having to stay with his Family on thanksgiving and having to wear a big tacky turkey sweater and being all pouty and annoyed but then there's food so he's all right? thank you! (Submitted by ucccoffee on tumblr.)
The negotiation had been quite clear and simplistic in its terms and agreements: Jack was to spend Thanksgiving with his family, and he, in turn, would receive a check from his parents for Christmas that would have a few more zeros tacked on at the end than usual. Being an Evil Boy Genius was not the cheapest profession, after all.
Jack, however, had not realized that "Thanksgiving" meant the duration of that entire week and not Thursday evening alone, nor had he been told that he would be expected to wear that horrible sweater Great Aunt Suzanne had given to him for his birthday that year (you know, the one with the turkey on it that actually gobbled if you pulled at its wattle), and he hadn't even been allowed any of his electronics or gadgets or anything - not even his cell phone or Gameboy or anything. His irritation as he sat down at the table for dinner, therefore, was in his opinion quite justified.
But there were mashed potatoes, and green bean casserole, and sweet potatoes, and a magnificent turkey in the center of the table that would put any other Thanksgiving dinner from that moment on to shame. And so, as he began to cut into the food on his plate Jack decided he could stand to be a bit more genial, simply because it was Thanksgiving and it was nothing more than the principle of the matter. Good food had a way of doing that to him, after all.