In a way, this was Thomas's first Thanksgiving. He couldn't remember any previous ones so he was treating this as his first. It was a memory that WICKED or anyone else wouldn't be able to take away.
He'd helped cook as much as he could though his form of help had been handing things to various people so they wouldn't have to move around and work too much when they were already doing so much cooking. He'd stayed away from creating his own dish because no one need to be poisoned or wanted anything microwaved.
Afterward, once he was full of more food than he thought humanly possible, he tucked himself onto the couch to rest and work at not falling asleep. He'd heard news programs talk about the tradition of falling asleep after a big dinner and Thomas knew now why that was true.
[Feel free to find Thomas in the kitchen, helping to cook, or afterward trying not to fall asleep]
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He'd helped cook as much as he could though his form of help had been handing things to various people so they wouldn't have to move around and work too much when they were already doing so much cooking. He'd stayed away from creating his own dish because no one need to be poisoned or wanted anything microwaved.
Afterward, once he was full of more food than he thought humanly possible, he tucked himself onto the couch to rest and work at not falling asleep. He'd heard news programs talk about the tradition of falling asleep after a big dinner and Thomas knew now why that was true.
[Feel free to find Thomas in the kitchen, helping to cook, or afterward trying not to fall asleep]