"Hi! You're watching, 'Question Corner' and I'm your host, Kale." I say wearing black pants and a red vine patterned, shirt, "First let me say, Happy Thanksgiving, Everyone, and with many requests following up to this very moment, I have today with me medical trooper Kix!" I pointed to my left, right where a young man steps on the stage; smiling nervously at that.

Kix definitely looked like a dear sweetheart, one that could kick clanker butts by the thousands, but still, he was adorable as he blushed under the screaming fan-girl's gazes. They yelled out comments like, 'I love you' and, 'please, marry me,' and I couldn't help but laugh.

Just as the crowd begins to die down, I meet him halfway to shake his hand and I know this is a weird thought, but I couldn't help but notice how much softer his hands were compared to Rex, Fives, and Cody's hands. Yes, they were still considerably rough and calloused through war, but his profession clearly gave him palms kinder years than others.

Blushing horribly at this stupid thought, I gestured him towards the chair before he could notice my sudden humiliation. So as soon as we sit and I say, "Thank you so much for coming here, Kix. The fans really have been asking for you for quite sometime now." The girls immediately chirped up again in a huge roar of squeals and bring out more marriage proposals for Kix. But by the look on his face I can see he's never been chased by a girl ever or probably even had a glance by one, so what a treat this was.

I cross my legs and pick up my cards, but when I look back at him he's clearly tense and blushing excessively. Not to mention he's staring at the fan girls like a bantha in headlights. So I kindly scoot closer to the medic and place a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Though, he looks at me abruptly with a bewildered look I still say, "I'm going to start off with easy questions and we'll go from there, okay?"

His shoulders un-tense a little and he gives a kind smile, "I'd like that."

Pleased at this progress, I read from the first card, "This first question is from, ShadowMaster77, 'Which one of the Separatists do you hate the most?"

Kix's answers, "Thank you, ShadowMaster77, my answer is General Krell." he presses his lips together, knowing the words didn't quite come out the way he wanted to, but all I could do at the moment was reframe from a giggle. He probably was wishing he never excepted the invite to, 'Question Corner' right now, but (like a war-zone) there was no turning back.

"Okay," I chirped, "From, Celtice and Dukakis 2016, 'Where did you learn how to give medical attention?"

"Thank you, Celtice and Dukakis 2016, my answer is Kamino."

I pause for a moment than calmly place the cards down on the coffee table and nod at John, my timekeeper, to cut it short. When he concurs to my gesture and runs off, I stand and announce, "We will be doing to our comedy act sooner than usual, so please allow me to introduce to you, 2-2-7!" the crowd groans at this change of plans so I ease to assure them, "Don't worry, Kix will be back afterwards." after this I point to my right where the curtains start to rise.

When the curtains are fully raised, 2-2-7 is there and has his back to the crowd. Obviously, he's talking to someone on a transmitter and the person on the other line is laughing pretty hard. He looks up and see's John waving at him and pointing to the stage. So 2-2-7 gives him his confused look until, with much work on John's part, he turns around.

2-2-7 leaps in shock, and drop the transmitter off into the far left corner. "WHOA!" He yelled, "WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?"

Meanwhile, as soon as the light on the camera in front of us turns off, Kix lets out a gasp of air. I scoot my chair closer to him to give us a little more privacy from any prying eyes that aren't paying attention to 2-2-7 act. I begin by again putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

But I couldn't get the first word out before Kix said, "I didn't think I'd be like this," his eyes were cast down and strained in shock, "I didn't expect them to act like that." his eyebrows knitted together and he rubbed his forehead like he had a piercing headache, "It was a mistake coming here."

I shook my head, "Nonsense. Kix, you were just so confident backstage, I didn't think I needed to prepare you. But I'm sorry, this is a lot to take in."

He was clearly unconvinced and looks up to the exit sign for a moment and as a result I tightened my grip on his shoulder, "Kix. Kix, look at me." he turns to face me but barely meets my eyes, "What do you do when you're in surgery? On a battlefield with war all around you. What do you do to calm yourself?"

He takes a breath in, "I focus..."

He's still not convinced with my motives, but I push forward, "I know you've healed your brothers plenty of times, but have you ever run into a civilian you've had to save from certain death?"

"Lot's of times..."

"So you've probably dealt with someone beside you, yelling at you to save their loved one, telling you what to do even though you're the medic, and they judge your every move. Has that ever happened to you?"

His lips pressed together but he did nod.

"What do you do when that happens?"

There was a beat of silence between us until he finally replied, "I concentrate on what I'm doing, I guess...I..." he looked up at me again, this time eye to eye, "I don't let their judgment get to me."

I take in a relieved breath and say, "Then do that here, Kix. It's no different than the battlefield and, hey, if it helps, he sometimes, 'Question Corner' is a battlefield." He chuckled at the memory of Krell and Bane and a couple of other events, but I still go on, "So when the camera comes back on us, focus on your answers and remember the only thing different here is that they're not judging you." even though he smiles and says, 'okay,' I won't know if the pep talk really has any effect until we're on air again.

Afterwards we both turn our attention back to 2-2-7 just in time to see his finale joke,

"Tell me if you've heard this one:

Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson go on a camping trip. After a good dinner and a bottle of wine they retire for the night and go to sleep.

Some hours later, Holmes wakes up and nudges his faithful friend. "Watson, look up at the sky and tell me what you see."

"I see millions and millions of stars, Holmes." replies Watson.

"And what do you deduce from that?"

Watson ponders for a minute. "Well...

Astronomically, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets.

Homologically, I deduce that the time is approximately a quarter past three.

Meteorologically, I suspect that we will have a beautiful day tomorrow.

Theologically, I can see that God is all powerful, and that we are a small and insignificant part of the universe. But what does it tell you, Holmes?"

Holmes is silent for a moment, then says, "Watson, you idiot!" he says. "Someone has stolen our tent!"

The crowd laughs hard, but I am particularly pleased to see Kix is too. When the curtains close, the light of the camera flashes at us, but I don't see Kix's shoulders tense this time. I retrieve my cards and re-cross my legs, now with all eyes on us, I begin the first question, "From, Dovahkiin154, 'Have you ever served or worked beside commandos?"

"No, but I wish I could."

"From, Yaya The Elf, 'Who are you?"

"Who am I?"

I shook my head, "What's your background, basically."

"Okay..." He nodded, "I serve in the Grand Army of thee Republic of course...I serve under General Kenobi-"

My mouth dropped, "I thought you served under Skywalker?"

"No," He shook his head, "I'm under General Kenobi. I also fought on Umbara, um-"

"You serve under Kenobi?"

"Yeah..."

I lean back in my chair and look at the crowd shocked, "I feel so stupid right now..." Kix chuckled and so, with much embarrassment, I went onto another card, "From, Dovahkiin154, 'Do you have a catch phrase like ''I'm gonna send you to the scrap heap, clankers.'' or ''another one for the junk pile!'' You're reply?"

Kix turns his head and points to the tattoo on his skull, "It says, 'A good droid is a dead droid."

"I'll vouch to that. Okay, From, JediChick101, 'Do you know that Anakin Skywalker's right arm is robotic?"

Kix replied, "Yes, actually. A medic can tell the difference from an organic limp to a robotic limp. But when it gets shot and sparks are flying everywhere," he laughs, "that's a huge hint too."

I laughed, "I didn't know that happened?"

"Ah, it was a long time ago back at our base. It was an accidental fire. New rookie tripped and fired the trigger, he was lucky the Emdee droids were there to fix the fried mechanism."

I flipped to the next question, "From, dogmatup23, 'Kix, do you like being a medic?"

"I like staying busy and being a medic gives you something to do on the field and off the field, so yeah, it's a living."

I turned to the next card, "From, AngelAnimexinf, 'Have you ever had problems with clones. As in, they were injured and they wanted to continue fighting, so you had to pull the when-it-comes-to-the-safety-of-the-men-I-out-rank-everyone card?"

Kix begins to laugh, "A brother could get shot in both legs and ask me to just prop him up on one of our TX-130 Saber-Class fighter tanks with a DC-15 blaster. I think if I had to guess how many times I've pulled that card, it's about maybe 4 out of 5 times a battle."

"Alright," I went on, "From, Celtice and Dukakis 2016, 'What are the living environments for clones?"

His scratched the back of his head, "The typical barracks, I guess, is a couple bunks, a place to put our armor and weapons, and sometimes if we take over a base, there'll be a desk there to eat ration cubes or just sit, of course. Like on Umbara." he half smiled, "But I never thought much about it until now."

"You guys are amazing people," I replied, "We're fascinated about every aspect of your life." and so I turn to another question, "From, Ahsokatano191, 'Is it hard to think you cannot save all your brothers who you could help?"

"You mean like on Umbara?" He asked, biting the inside of his cheek, "It gets hard at times. Sometimes, I can tune it out, but with others..." He knitted his hands together and pressed his thumbs together, "When I can't even get to them I feel like I've betrayed them in some way."

I immediately shake my head, "No, Kix. They don't think that. Because if I died, I'd die knowing that you did everything you could to save me and that is an honor." there's silence between us for a moment and we both have this intense seriousness, so then I add, "You should know, I do therapy as my day job."

We and the crowd break out in a fit of laughter.

"Okay, okay. From, Celtice the Dukakis 2016, 'What was the worst environment you've ever been in to perform medical needs?"

He laughed, "Believe it or not, my worst environment I've encountered is still to this day, even after Umbara, the Kamino training center."

I raise a brow, "Kamino?"

He nodded, "Yeah, we were trained to concentrate in all different kinds of scenarios. I was put in some intense areas: blizzards, lightning storms, a area with no shade and going through a drought with little water to live on and several guys to keep alive." He laughed, "They train us under fire and in horrible environments and sometimes in both."

"So Kamino is still top of your list, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Alright well, I hope you never have to go through those scenarios again."

"Same here."

"From, dogmatup23, 'How do you feel about losing Hardcase?"

He groaned, "I've missed every brother I've ever lost and he was a good man. You'll never find another one like him."

I solemnly concur to his statement but know that to ask anymore, "From, ShadowMaster77, 'Have you ever wanted to slap one of the commanders? Sometimes I wish I could slap Echo for repeating stuff."

Kix seemed shocked at this question until he ponders on it. He finds himself laughing, "I've wanted to slap Krell a couple times, but I guess that doesn't count, huh? Since he's not a commander...I really can't think of anyone."

I shrugged, "That's okay, everyone can respect you for wanting to slap Krell. From, Celtice and the Dukakis 2016, 'Who runs the War? Is it the Chancellor? The Jedi Council? Yoda? The Senate? P.S. Thank you, AaylaKitofNiflheim, for your grenade idea. It was very useful."

"Who's AaylaKitofNiflheim?"

"She's a girl who threw a grenade at General Krell. Celtice and the Dukakis 2016 also threw a grenade at Cad Bane, so he's thanking her for thee idea."

"I'm impressed. You have a pretty brave audience, Miss Kale."

"I know, right." I laughed, "But anyway, the original question was. ''Who runs the War? Is it the Chancellor? The Jedi Council? Yoda? The Senate?"

"From what I gather there's a balance between everything, but the Chancellor does have the finale say."

I turn to another question, "This next one is from, JediChick101, 'How did you feel when Rex said you had to leave the injured clones while on Umbara?

He groaned as he rubbed at his fingers against his left knuckle, "I didn't understand his orders until after he explained. Even though it was hard, it made sense that I needed to keep the injured alive by staying alive myself, otherwise who would? I know he didn't like telling me to leave them, but as captain he had to make the hard decision for the greater good. I respect him for it."

He doesn't want to push any further on the subject, so I immediately turned to the next card, "From, ShadowMaster77, 'How do you and your brothers like being called names such as, "Fake Fetts" and "Clones" When you have completely different personalities than each other and the Fetts?"

Kix waved me off, "We go through the war knowing a lot of people don't respect us like human beings and after a while you just stay on guard try to ignore them. We're fighting for a greater cause, so if a few rude comments bring us down what kind of soldiers are we then?"

"Well, I think you guys are amazing and I know everyone here agrees with me." The crowd immediately yells out their agreement and again Kix gets more marriage proposals. Kix begins to blush, but less excessively this time.

"Well, that's it." Kix and I stood when a card falls off to the side of the chair, "Or maybe not." I pick it up and read aloud, "From, Celtice and the Dukakis 2016, 'Has anyone ever tried to kill 2-2-7? Cause I would GET A REAL COMEDIAN KALE!" Instantly my eyes widen and I muttered, "Oh no."

There's a huge scream coming from backstage, "WHAT?! YOU SAID WHAT?"

I face palmed while Kix raised a brow. "2-2-7 doesn't sound happy."

2-2-7 runs out of stage, his bow-tie and his hat mysteriously soaked and his eyes were blazing red, not to mention wires were spilling out of his front chest. He looked nothing like he did moments ago when he was doing his act.

Soon after I see Michael, my mechanic, running after him with his gray tool box at his side. He yells at me, "Ashley accidentally spilt water on him and it just made his whole mental state go wrack! I was keeping him at bay until he heard that last comment!"

2-2-7 runs right at the crowd and they screamed ran away. I see Celtice and the Dukakis 2016 running away as well.

Glancing upon the card in my hand I yell, "WAIT! 2-2-7, it says, 'JUST KIDDING! IT SAYS, 'JUST KIDDING!" But he's not paying attention and I can see him chase Celtice backstage while Michael is still hot on the droid's tale.

"Is he's gonna be alright?" Kix asks.

I leaned against my hip as I folded my arms, "Well, if you think about it, I'd have to say interviewing a medic was probably the best time for 2-2-7 to blow his top." there's a banging of fallen items coming from offstage and I clasps my hands together to look at the camera, "Well, before we chase after poor Celtice, we're gonna do a certain request."

"I'll stop 2-2-7." Kix offers, but I catch him by the corners of his armor and wave a finger at him, "Kix, this request involves you."

He raises a brow and so I nod his way before walking up to the crowd, ignoring the screams behind me, "Is there a ahsokatano191 in the audience tonight?"

Among the many people in the crowd, a young female raises her hand. She has fine chestnut brown hair and a gorgeous pair of sea blue eyes, so I begin to clap with joy, "Don't be shy, come on down."

She gets up and begins to walk down the steps of the audience, putting her hands behind her back and staring at the ground in the process of shyness.

Kix eyes her for a moment, then whispers, "What's going on here, Miss Kale?" I can only manage a smirk before looking at the audience saying, "Ahsokatano191 has made a special request to us today." When the girl reaches the bottom steps of the stage, I run up to her and lead her to Kix by the hand.

When I get them face to face I smirk again and fold my arms. There's nothing but absolute silence in the crowd as ahsokatano191 blushes and Kix just stares down at her dumbfounded. I raise a brow to the tan skinned girl and say, "Go for it."

Instantly, ahsokatano191 wraps her arms around Kix's large torso and his arms raise up in surprise. He eyes the girl for a moment, then looks at me, "Miss Kale?"

"You're her hero, Kix. She just wanted a hug."

His eyes flicker back and forth from me to ahsokatano191 and then a sudden smile comes across his face, "I'm her hero?"

I laughed, "Yes, Kix. You have admirers."

Thrilled, he hugs ahsokatano191 back and sweeps her off her feet to twirl her around. The crowd cheers with excitement and roots for the two. I can only shake my head. The Republic never tells these guys just how special they are. Suddenly, I feel Kix pulling me into the hug. There's another explosion in the background and I see Celtice running across the stage panting.

He stops to gawk at us, "YOU'RE HUGGING?!"

I released the two and folded my arms, "Celtice, it's your own fault insulting 2-2-7 and why are you running? You're not one to run from a fight."

"I'm not running, I'm looking for a weapon!" His eyes flickered to the medic, "Kix! Kix, you're a trooper. You've got a blaster, right?"

Kix shakes his head, "I left it at the base..."

Celtice, ahsokatano191, and I drop our jaws. We all said at once, "You did WHAT?" and so I add, "Kix, this is, 'Question Corner'. It's basically become the second battle zone for the Republic and the Separatist and you left your blaster."

Kix just shook his head, "I never really watched, 'Question Corner"

I gasped, "You never watched WHAT?" But realized it really wasn't the time to joke.

"We need blasters, now." Celtice growled as he approached us, "That thing is rouge." he jabbed a thumb towards the backstage and a sudden horrible growling noise echoed the walls.

"He's just had a little water splashed on him is all. And, Celtice, this is 2-2-7 we're talking about. He's a dear sweetheart." I say confidently.

Just then we all jump at the sight of 2-2-7 on the ground, crawling after us like a spider. Wires were spilling out of his guts, and his right eyeball hung from it's socket. I gasped as he screeched out like an alien. "What did you do to him?!"

"What did I do?" Celtice stood tall, appalled by the comment.

"Let's not argue about this." ahsokatano191 said as she grabbed our arms and ran backstage. I looked back at the crowd to see where they were, but saw all the seats were vacant. At least their safe, that's all that matter.

We ran through at least a dozen gray walled corridors to the point where we were in the abandon part of, 'Question Corner'. It was just used to store all our old junk and had been sitting there was who knows how long. Clearly long enough to gain dust and cobwebs everywhere. Ahsokatano191 flipped on the light switch, except it didn't make the room look any less creepier. We hid behind a few crates when the sound of metal footsteps echoed the wall.

Celtice crouched beside me and whispered, "We have to fight back."

I pulled out a tiny stun gun from my pocket but reframed from giving to him, "You're a good shot, Celtice, really you are, but Kix has more training to back him up."

He nodded and so I handed it to him, who passed it to ahsokatano191, who passed it to Kix. He grabbed the tiny weapon and eyed it for a moment before handing it back to ahsokatano191 saying, "Here, it'll make a good club."

"What?" I quietly gasped.

"It's out of charge."

"Miss Kale." Celtice folded his arms and glared down at me, "I am disappointed with you."

I whispered, "I don't know how to use a weapon. What do you expect?"

"More." he teased and I could only roll my eyes. Suddenly the lights went out and a shrieking scream followed suit.

"I can see. You can't!" cryptically the droid yelled.

Kix ordered, "I'm turning on my night vision, grab hands and I'll lead." We don't question his authority and about several minutes of slow walking and feeling like I'm about to stumble of something every second, I wanted to scream when I saw the gleam of 2-2-7's eyes shine upon me. He looked at me and let out another shrieking roar. He gets down on all fours and sprints towards us.

"Run!" I scream, but Kix does nothing of the sort. There's the sound of a door opening and he begins to usher us inside. "Come on, Miss Kale." Once we're in and Kix slams the door behind us, there is again nothing more inside but utter blackness and the hum of faint whispering. Whispering?

Kix flicks on the light switch and there in the middle of the room is a huge table overflowing with food and on either side is my audience. They all screamed, "HAPPY THANKSGIVING!"

My eyes widened and I feel ahsokatano191 hugging me from my side. She squealed, "Happy Thanksgiving, Miss Kale."

"What..." My jaw fell and I felt Celtice's hand drop on my shoulder. "Yeah, Happy Thanksgiving, Kale."

Kix said, "We were just going to blindfold you and bring you here, but Celtice decided to go all overkill, in my opinion."

Celtice folded his arms, "What you call overkill, I call a work of art."

Next 2-2-7 walked in on two legs. He plucked out the crazy wires shooting out of his body and jammed his eyeball back into it's socket. "I was AMAZING! WAS I NOT?" He ran up to everyone who was sitting and they cheered with severe excitement. "Happy birthday, Miss Kale."

I raised a brow and chuckled, "It's Thanksgiving, 2-2-7, and you terrified me, you big lug!" I huge the metal figure as he replied, "Well, I was going for that approach, actually." he puffed out his metal chest with pride, "I'm thinking of going into acting. What do you think?"

"One step at a time, 2-2-7, one step at a time." I reply, before the droid runs off to sit at the table and suck on the can oil.

Kix walks up to me and add, jabbing a thumb towards 2-2-7, "And when you put those two minds together, there's no saying no."

Ahsokatano191 released me and placed her hands on his hips, "I was part of the plan too, you know. I helped make 2-2-7 look like that." she gestured to the droids scary appearance, "I found it quite convincing and I hooked up the tv, so everyone could watch all that we were doing. They saw the whole performance."

Celtice added, "And I emptied your stun blaster before you even step on stage."

My eyes still wide I almost want to cry, "You guys did all of this?" Mini and Ashley get up from their chairs and run to give me a hug, "Happy Thanksgiving!" they cheer, engulfing me in their arms and ahsokatano191 joins it as well. "I just like hugging people." She smiles.

I hug her back and exclaim, "You guys are the best! I mean it, you really are. Thank you! Thank you every last one of you!"

"Happy Thanksgiving, Miss Kale." I turn around to see Rex and Fives I run up and give the captain a huge hug, "You guys are awesome!" Soon I later wrapped Fives, Kix, Celtice, and ahsokatano191, and well as many people I can fit in my arms into the hug.

Mini gasps, "Wait, we need to do the thankful tradition before we eat."

"Oh, yeah!" Ashley replied, "Let's start with Kix." she pushed the medic forward.

There's an awkward beat of silence until he finally said, "I'm thankful for...my brothers."

Fives blurted, "Hey, he stole my idea!"

Everyone chuckled, and so I asked, "Well, what are you thankful for then, Fives?"

"A good stock of ammunition on a battlefield." the everyone laughs again.

Rex says, "I'm thankful for our lives."

Dovahkiin154 said, "I'm thankful for the Republic, Skywalker, Kenobi, Ahsoka, Barriss."

Fives laughs, "Love you too!" and Dovahkiin154 begins to laugh.

Celtice said, "I'm thankful for a shelter, the cloths on my back, food, and water."

ahsokatano191 said, "I'm thankful for the brave clone soldiers protecting the Republic and that Kix has really nice hair and for getting a hug from him!"

Kix blushed and Captain Rex raised a brow at me. "What did you do?" he asked, but I refused to answer.

weathergirl17248 said, "I'm thankful for my amazing friends and reviewers, as well as George Lucas for creating the amazing Star Wars universe."

Gamergirl052 said, "I'm thankful for every new day I get to spend with those I love, doing the things I love. Not everyone can I have that, but I wish everyone could."

spikala said, "I'm thankful for the people in my life. My friends, family, and loved ones."

JediChick101 said, "I'm thankful for the Jedi Order."

AaylaKitofNiflheim, 'I am thankful for books, particularly LOTR at the moment."

AngelAnimexinf, "I'm thankful for, 'My family, my crazy friends, my life, my 3DS, this website, my school, food that I eat, the clothes that I wear, and all the things that I have that other people can't have."

Shadowmaster77 said, "I'm thankul for the Redskins beating the Cowboys today and that Star Wars continues even though their movie series was bought by Disney."

Kix became wide-eyed, "They what?"

I step between the two and shake my head, "Kix, Disney is just another way in saying...help me out here, Mini."

Mini jumps in, "It's just another way of saying Lucas Film."

Wanting to move onto another topic, I say, "And for anyone that wants to put in what their thankful for, just review and we will add your comment to the chapter." I smile, but there's a beat of silence and ahsokatano191 looks at me to asks, "Who are you talking to?"

I became wide-eyed and laughed, "Sorry, force of habit."

weathergirl17248, "So who's your next guest again, Miss Kale?"

"I think it's Dogma, I can't rememer, though. A lot's happened since then." I say, tapping my chin.

Everyone in the room raises their cup and yells, "To Dogma! We wish you luck!"

Fives laughed, "He'll need it. With this show and all it's craziness."

I nudged his arm and said, "I wouldn't have it any other way, Fives. I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Let's carve this turkey!" Celtice exclaims, holding a knife in his hand and raising it high above his head. Rex instantly grabs it from him and says, "I always carve first, Kid."

Celtice growls at the Captain and so I give him a warning, "Celtice, this one fight you'll never win. But hey, Kix is going to open up the apple cider, you can probably beat him to that." There's a moment as Rex begins to carve the turkey that Celtice looks like he's actually going to fight for the role, but he reframes from doing so and glares at me. "Just this once. For Thanksgiving."

I patted his shoulder and laughed, "God bless you."

A finger taps at my shoulder and I turn around to see young Boba Fett. We immediately hugged, "Boba! Hi, I'm so glad you could come to the event I had no clue about."

He laughs, "Yeah well, everyone got an invite, so I figured I tag along. Heard Bane couldn't come though. Detained in prison."

"Ah, what a lovely friend I've gathered there, huh?" I say as we take our seats. Celtice and ahsokatano191 on either side of me, while Boba sat across from me.

"Friends are family you choose." ahsokatano191 says.

I pondered on this for a moment, "So what, Bane's like the nasty uncle?"

"More like grandpa." Boba scoffs, "He's long well passed his time."

"Oh, I'm telling." I teased. Just then, Fives walks behind the table and stares at ahsokatano191 and Celtice, "What, I don't get to sit next to her?" he racks his knuckles against the top of my head and I'm forced to shove him away. He ends up walking away saying, "It's okay, I didn't want to sit next to her anyway." I pick up my napkin and press it into a ball. I throw it at Fives, only to have it misse and land on top of Rex's head.

"Carving a turkey here!" He laughs, taking the piece of fabric off his head and casting it off to the side.

Mini comes up from behind me and hands me a glass. Everyone is grinning from ear to ear as we all say in one big toast, "This is, 'Question Corner' getting you the questions you've been asking for!" glasses clinked together and immediately afterwards it was forever known as the best Thanksgiving day on, 'Question Corner'.

At least...until next year...(*Wink*)