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Luke's Diner, Thursday

It was the week before Thanksgiving...so of course the diner was featuring Thanksgiving leftover recipes. Why wouldn't they? It absolutely made sense.

"I don't even know what's wrong with y'all" Hardison declared, helping himself to another sandwich. "Y'all gonna tire people out on turkey before it's even the big day." Why yes he needed a second helping of fried stuffing bites. Who didn't? "What are you gonna do next week, huh? Skip the turkey entirely?"

Cook grumbled something and looked away, while the dishwasher snickered.

"Ahhh! Caught you!" Hardison said with a laugh.

Today's Specials
Thanksgiving Leftovers Turkey Sandwich
Fried Stuffing Bites with Cranberry Pesto
Pumpkin Cheesecake

The busboy came running in, nearly tripping over his long, hand-knitted scarf. "We're from the FUTURE--!"

"Too late," Hardison interrupted, cutting himself a slice of cheesecake. "Already figured out the so-called scheme."

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Be aware the staff may attempt to convince you that they are "unstuck in time."

Don't believe them.

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He's enjoying his damn sandwich. Almost as much as he enjoyed ruining whatever weird thing the kitchen staff had planned.

Holy crap, Raven was going out in public. On purpose. When she wasn't getting paid to do so.

Admittedly, the diner she used to live over while one of her favorite people was working wasn't the most horrifically public thing she could have chosen to go with.

"Okay, fried stuffing sounds amazing. Not so sure about cranberry and pesto, though."

Heyyyyyy! Hardison beamed at her, but wasn't about to make her showing up into a big thing. But he was gonna push his plate over towards her in a blatant invitation to share.

This was love, Raven. Pure love.

"Nah, I like it," he said. "The tartness of the cranberries really brings out the earthy flavor of the basil." He paused. "An' you ever tell Eliot I said somethin' like that an I'mma retroactively go back an' fail all your classes."

Raven snorted. "'Cause I'm doing so much with my high school education that a retroactive fail would totally ruin." She snatched up a bite and dipped it cautiously in the pesto. "But you can relax. It's not like I ever talk to Mr. Spencer either way."

Weird how that happened.

"Nah, but you could end up havin' to redo your senior year," Hardison threatened. "The whole year, so you don't even graduate until next spring."

Because, sure, that was a thing he could do why not?

"I mean, I guess I could, but I'm pretty sure literally nothing would be stopping me from just dropping out. And then you'd have a dropout for a TA."

Which would look terrible for him.

"I have been told that my disappointed puppy eyes are no joke," Hardison declared loftily. "You don't wanna put those to the test, do ya, TA?"

"I can turn into a literal puppy," Raven pointed out. "I think I'd be okay."

She had no idea.

Not a clue, bless.

"You just keep thinkin' that, TA," Hardison declared, nodding sagely. "We'll see what happens when I have to turn 'em on you for real."

"Are you saying you're already planning to be disappointed in me?"

Hardison chuckled, deep and rich. "Little mama, you in your twenties now. If you didn't do somethin' I gave you the 'I ain't mad, I'm just disappointed' speech about, I'd be worried!"

This was the guy who'd spent his twenty-first birthday joining a crew of thieves. His idea of what one's twenties were like was a bit flawed.

...Granted, he was not expecting the likely 'murder is not our first option, I'm disappointed' speech.

Which, really, was just shortsighted of him.

"Is that an actual thing? I thought that was just something they put in TV shows when they wanted to have a Dramatic Family Moment."

"You ain't really talkin' to the best judge of what is or isn't normal," Hardison admitted. "My twenties saw me committin' a lot of crimes."

Granted, so had his teens, but in his twenties, he'd been organized.

"I haven't even hit my twenties yet and I walked across a zombie apocalypse," Raven said. "You're still wayyyy more normal than I am."

"Still don't make me an expert," Hardison said, then paused. "...Didn't you turn twenty this summer?"

He was pretty sure he had that right, going by the birthday she'd claimed for herself.

Raven blinked. "Huh. I guess probably." She shrugged. "I mean, I've never really known how old I am anyway. I might have turned twenty three years ago or something. But I guess the 18th birthday party we decided I was going to have was two years ago."

"That's the one that counts," Hardison told her. "If you don't know for sure, than the one you claimed for yourself is what we're gon' use."

"Works for me," Raven said. ". . . What day was it again?"

Sorry, her priorities had shifted pretty hard there for awhile.

Gee, whyever could that have been?

"August nineteenth," Hardison said, giving her a fond smile. "Eleven days after mine."

"Does that mean we have to compete over who gets the better party?"

"I'll let you have next year," Hardison told her genially, inwardly hoping that by next year she'd want a party. "Twenty-one's a lot bigger than thirty-one is."

"It is? Why?"

Last time she'd paid much attention to drinking ages, it had still been 18.

"It's the big age when you can drink," Hardison explained. "Which I'mma just assume you ain't been doin' yet because you're underage." Not that he really cared, but, you know. He was doing the responsible mentor thing. "You're a full adult an' able to do anything 'cept rent a car."

That was so cute. She'd literally just said she didn't know how old she was, but he was going to pretend like she didn't do things because of her age.

"Wait, why can't I rent a car? I mean other than the whole bit where I don't really know how to drive."

Yes. Yes he sure was.

"Cause kids dive fast an' stupid or somethin'," Hardison said. "supposedly sometime in the next five years you're gonna learn to be cautious." Beat. "An' drive."

"I could probably technically drive if I had to," Raven said. "I can ride a motorcycle!" The fact that she hadn't died trying to teach herself that on the road from LA was a minor miracle. "There seems to be a lot that we just assume people magically will be better at when they reach a certain age."

Hardison was already making plans to teach her to drive. Or maybe Parker?

Wait, no not Parker.

He wasn't Eliot, but he was still capable. "I think it's just that we assume folks'll mature up an' stop takin' stupid risks as they start understandin' mortality."

“That seems short-sighted.”

"Welcome to America, TA," Hardison said with a shake of his head. "Short-sighted is what we do."

"You know I grew up here, right? I actually haven't left America very often."

"An' you know I wasn't really welcomin' you, little mama," Hardison said, shaking his head. "I mean, I guess I coulda welcomed you to the 21st century, but you been here awhile anyway."

Up and on the right day even. THANKSGIVING MIRACLE

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