Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII and I am scared of turkeys.

A/N I swear this works. So please make sure to thaw your turkey, chicken, goose, duck, or other poultry. Ladies and gentlemen a nice holiday dinner with Lucrecia, Gast, Vincent and some food.

Vincent sighed as he struggled to open the door, "can someone give me a hand?!"

Lucrecia laughed opening the door, "you really are hopeless aren't you?"

He flushed biting his lower lip, she smiled opening the door, and he slid through walking towards the kitchen to be rid of the groceries. He set them down looking at the snow falling gently out the window; it was very pretty to watch. Lucrecia entered the room smiling and watching Vincent, "don't you have some cooking to do?"

Vincent spun around blushing again, "oh right…"

She laughed a little and walked out of the room, she came back a few minutes later with Gast and Hojo, "oh Mr. Bodyguard, if you space out like that then something could happen and you would never know!"

Vincent jumped so badly he thought he swore his heart skipped a beat, "oh sorry." He started fumbling with the ingredients and hastily began to start cooking. He set the turkey in the sink as he pulled out a cutting board and chopped up some vegetables.

Gast looked at Hojo, "we need someone to do the turkey while Mr. Valentine does everything else."

Hojo grumbled, "alright then, one."

"Two," Gast picked up his hand.

"Three!" They both shouted throwing their hands in the air. Hojo threw scissors while Gast calmly threw rock.

"Best two out of three," Hojo grumbled, so they went again to meet the exact same result.

Gast smiled, "go cook the bird."

Hojo stood up grumbling, "why is it he always wins…" he walked out of the room slamming the door behind him.

Gast started chuckling as his assistant left the room, "you'd think he'd learn to throw something other then scissors."

Lucrecia giggled a little and Vincent let out a soft snort of laughter at the statement as they continued to set about getting ready for dinner.

Outside Hojo was setting up a frying pot to fry their turkey; it had been heating up for several minutes now and was bubbling sinisterly. Grunting with the effort of picking it up he glared at the burning pot before dropping the bird in sending hot oil everywhere. It splashed out and hit him in the face; he clutched his face before the turkey exploded. For it was not a thawed turkey, it was a frozen turkey, Vincent had put it in the sink to let it thaw out. And the sub thirty-two degrees bird super heated so rapidly that it exploded. Hojo keeled over with bits of bones sticking out of his face.

Gast looked out the window at the commotion outside, "anyone up for pasta?"