Midnight Manor Private Residence, Saturday Evening

[pocketpretzels]

Having made the decision to do an actual Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow, Watts was spending a significant portion of today repeatedly herding a cat out of the kitchen making some of the dishes ahead of time. Like the dinner rolls which were currently cooling on the counter.

Humming a song as he worked, he was currently chopping apples for tomorrow's dessert.

Though part of him was also wondering if perhaps some butter tarts might not go awry. He'd even found a vegan recipe. Was two desserts too many?

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[pocketpretzels]

“Somewhat, yes,” Watts nodded. “I’ve had to correct myself once or twice.” Usually right after reaching for a new piece of apple to start slicing.

[hasaknightjob]

"That's not so bad," Marc said. "Especially for the first time. Eventually you won't have to think about it."

Maybe don't spend too much time wondering if that comment applied to other aspects of Marc's life.

[pocketpretzels]

Well, Watts had once given similar advice to John Brackenreid regarding viewing dead bodies?

“I’d been meaning to ask for your assistance in the matter for some time now,” Watts noted. “So your timing was fortuitous.”

[hasaknightjob]

"It's no problem," Marc said. Frankly he'd wanted to offer help on it for a while now but he hadn't known how to broach the subject when Steven was the one who was usually around when Watts was cooking. "Score one for people falling from the sky I guess."