"So where are you going for Thanksgiving? You guys going home?" Kelly asked. Quincy and Kelly knew that was a complicated question for Rachel, but not so decidedly for him. He'd love to go home for Thanksgiving, but there was the little complication of his job.

Rachel looked equally as queasy about the question. "Well, I actually think we might be spending it in DC. Dad doesn't like to be away from the office that often," She laughed. As if her dad were not the President of the United States and instead some random businessman who just happened to have an office that he didn't like to leave. Not like there wasn't thousands of things to consider. "But we might be going a little outside the city. I don't know. I don't think Dad's set on anything quite yet,"

"Your dad sounds like an odd duck. No way you can convince him you'd rather stay here?" Kelly asked and Rachel shook her head. "Sad," Kelly replied.

Quincy looked bored with the conversation, which somewhat redeemed him in Tex's eyes. This was such a weird holiday. And it was weird to have so much time off about it. "What about you, Tex?" Kelly asked, pointing the question firmly at him this time.

"Oh, I don't know. I'm thinking of going out of town," He said, clamming up.

"...Alright," Kelly said, not knowing how to fully answer that. "Well, I hope you enjoy yourself," She said, before an alarm went off on her phone. "Oh, god, we're late for our double date," She said as she yanked Quincy out the door. "You guys will tell us if you're staying here though, right? We'll invite you over to friendsgiving. It'll be wonderful."

Rachel nodded and pushed the door closed behind them, letting out a breath as she looked at Tex. "Going out of town?" She asked him.

"What?" He asked. "It's true. So I might have to work on Thanksgiving, a lot of people do it," He told her. Because they acknowledged it now. Not to friends or other people, but she and him, they could acknowledge that he worked for her father.

"You didn't say that," She said, exasperated at him.

He shook his head. "You're right, princess. I didn't say that. Because then we would have had to get in to the what kind of work do you do and the please come over for friendsgiving, which I can't exactly do, because I'll be with you, making sure that everyone is using their forks only on food."

"We're not hosting anyone," Rachel said. "I don't think so, anyway. If you wanted to Thanksgiving with your actual family or do friendsgiving down here, I could see what we could do for you,"

Tex shook his head again. "Nah, I'm okay to have my Thanksgiving with the Scotts. Hell, Tom will be there too, right? It'll be a good time,"

"You'd tell me if you wanted to spend Thanksgiving somewhere else, right, knight?" She asked him, eyes laser focused on him, making sure that he wasn't lying. He'd seen her do this expression with other people, but had never been on the receiving end of it, till today.

He nodded. "Yes, you do not have to worry about me. I'm perfectly okay, with going to the White House for Thanksgiving." Which led him to his next question. "You were squirreling around the fact that your Dad is the president. I would have thought that Quincy and Kelly, they would have known by now."

"They do," She said, matter of factly. "It's just still weird to me. I keep this wall up to make sure that people see me like a normal person. And I don't want them to think that I can just invite whoever I feel like, because there are things like background checks that people don't really like to think about when they're thinking about a holiday. I just left some of the magic in the no, you can't come with me,"

He understood that. The process to get into the White House was rigorous. They had tours and stuff, but even then people walking in to tour weren't completely unchecked either. They had vast amounts of data to check for people that might be unwelcome in the White House. And some of it wasn't pleasant to actually go through.

Keeping some of the magic in the holiday made sense. He didn't like it but it made sense. Other people could be overly sensitive to things and sometimes it was just easier to keep a little bit of sparkle on the no.

"So what do the Scotts normally do for Thanksgiving anyway?" He asked.

"Well, this year, Dad will have to pardon a turkey," She said. He nodded. This was a famous American tradition. He was familiar with the pardoning of the Turkey. "We usually do a thanksgiving breakfast, which is like muffins or french toast, something of the like. And I like to sit down and watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade." Parade, also something he knew a thing or two about, okay check. "And then umm, we just do the fixin's like a normal family. We eat Turkey. There might a ham there. There's going to be tons of people that I've barely met who want to act like we're the best of friends because my dad's the president."

She said that last part a little bit glumly. And he would think it would be an enormous burden to be the only child of the President, but when you actively campaigned with the President, probably even more so.

"I thought you said that you guys weren't going to be hosting anyone?" Tex asked.

Rachel nodded. "This would just be people from the White House. Staff and the like. Not like cooking and cleaning staff, those people are generally very chill about who I am. But political staff and maybe their families. People forget that I'm a real person, instead of just the campaign ad child. And I haven't ruled out that we are hosting people."

"I'll be there to help, princess."

"You will, Knight."