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Joshua Donovan is in the middle of a food coma. He helped Leena make dinner yesterday, which resulted in more food than he has seen in quite a while. Helena had a date with Wooley, so he grabbed some of the leftover cold turkey that Pete hadn't yet claimed for sandwiches and made himself some turkey salad for his own sandwiches.

Thus, he is currently sprawled out on a couch with a book, eyeing the sandwich every so often. Why did he do this again?

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Moist spots him and laughs before sitting down and taking a bite of a the sandwich, "Hello."

He's in traveling clothes, so his slightly worn tweed suit.

"Hey!" There's very little ire in Joshua's words. "I... probably wasn't going to eat that. Hey, Al."

"Then I'm helping," He makes a face. "What kind of sandwich is this?"

"Turkey salad." Joshua pauses. "Kinda crappy turkey salad, frankly. I used too much mayonnaise." Not that Al would know what any of those things are, though. "Yesterday was Thanksgiving back home. It's... basically an overgrown harvest festival."

"It tastes odd," The sandwich is set down and he leans against Joshua who's comfortable.

"Turkey's an acquired taste, I guess. It's not really my thing, but it's thanksgiving tradition." He shrugs and slips an arm around Al. "We have so much turkey left."

"Maybe it would be better with something else on it. Tradition is hard to break,"

He leans into Joshua who he has missed.

"Possibly. Usually it's served hot with gravy and cranberry sauce. But, well. Sandwiches." He shrugs, and pulls Al closer. "How've you been?"

"Fine, you?" The road has helped leave all of his thoughts on Urquhart far behind, its helpful that way.

"Not bad, really. It's been somewhat busy back home, always one thing after another." He shrugs. "The break yesterday was pretty good."

He pauses for a moment. "What've you been up to?"

"Traveling, nothing very exciting. My feet were itchy," After the wake, he wanted to be moving.

"Ah." Joshua shrugs, making a face. "It's the beginning of the whole damn commercial holiday season at home. I don't always look forward to it." He puts up with it, because of Claudia, but it's never really been his favourite.

"Oh, shopping, good place for pickpockets because no one's really paying that much attention."

"Yes. That's one reason I try to avoid busy shopping areas." He smirks, very bemused by it. "I really would like to keep my money where it is, thanks."

"Don't worry, I would never steal from you. Claudia would hurt me,"

He likes all of his bits in their proper places.

"Psh. I know you wouldn't." Again. "I'm just meaning jerks back home. Besides, all we have is paper money. Probably not too useful to you."

"You never know. I'm very creative as are you," Then he shifts just enough to kiss Joshua's ear.

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Jay's been avoiding the bar during Thanksgiving. It's really, really not a holiday he can deal with right now but he's not above helping himself to some leftovers. He nods to Josh. "Partied a bit too hard?"

Joshua looks up and snorts. "Yeah. Biggest fucking Thanksgiving dinner I've been a part of in years and years."

Jay laughs. "And yet you still have room for a sandwich?"

"Not really. I just grabbed one because I thought I should eat, but I don't want to eat it now. It's... kinda crappily made turkey salad. I only blame myself." Joshua laughs. "I'm a decent cook, but I guess not with leftovers."

Jay eyes the sandwich dubiously. "Yeah, I think I'll stick to my leftovers, thanks." A slab of turkey on bread slathered with cranberry jam. "I'd chuck that if I was you."

"Yeah." He makes a face, and pushes the sandwich aside. "Probably good I'm not that hungry."

"You want a drink or something?"

"That sounds great, actually. One of the people back home's a recovering alcoholic, so we had a dry dinner." A pause. "I really like Pete, but sometimes I wish I didn't feel so guilty about having a drink with dinner."

Jay nods and grabs them both a bourbon. "Yeah, I don't miss that. My... family are a bit hard on mind-altering... well, anything really."

"Thanks!" Joshua raises his glass in a salute, but winces. "I'm sorry. My family... well, Dad was rather the opposite. He rather liked his pot." Granted, Joshua could use some right now, but that's another story.

Jay can't help but laugh. "Maybe I should have asked Bar to drop an alka seltzer in that for you."

"Never been a big fan of drugs." Understatement much. "Mum ODed when I was a kid but sometimes you just need a good stiff drink."

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