"Yes, well, I had to bake him his own personal pie," he mutters, gesturing to Dean hunkered by himself in a nearby booth. "He's angry with me because I made a tofurky and made him sit near it in the car."

He hands over the pie, fidgeting a little without something to clutch. "I am primarily thankful for the forgiveness of my friends, this year. And their importance in my life despite all appearances to the contrary."