Derek has a plate full of different slivers of pie and other desserts, along with a heaping portion of Oliver's sweet potatoes. They're just right, sweet and tender and glazed with brown sugar, and he's had about three helpings.

"This is really good," Derek says as he sits down next to Oliver and pours himself some cider. "I'm glad you guys could make it."

He hasn't really seen Oliver since they were stuck in that other place, since he's been keeping to himself as well, and he hopes that tonight can help bring everyone back together, and they can try and move on. It's a little stupidly optimistic, but having a full belly and being surrounded by friends makes him a little sappy.