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Friendsgiving - Apartment Above Stark Industries, Saturday Evening

Well, it looked like this dinner party was going to either be dead or the strangest one that Tony had thrown in a long time, just based on how he woke up this morning.

But the invites had been sent and there was a catered turkey all ready to be eaten. And mama didn't raise no quitter, so here Tony was. Soldiering on through One Of Those Weekends.

"...oh god, should I have childproofed the cabinets?" he asked himself, staring at his completely not kid-friendly apartment.

Yeah, this would be a great party.

[[Paaaaarty! Come on by!]]

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Whether as a child or an adult! Or an adultchild. Young at heart, if you will.

There was a turkey, some dressing, and mashed potatoes. Look, they'd been expecting people to make the other sides. But now it might just be leftover Halloween candy as sides depending on those meddling kids.

Mmmm. Leftoever Halloween candy.

It wasn't Thanksgiving without a sports game on in the background. Or, in this case, a sports themed kids' movie.

It was Space Jam. You're welcome.

Darn. I forgot a part for awkward political talk or That One Aunt Who Wants To Talk About FEMA Death Camps.

Tamsin hadn't been planning to be here because ~~her mun had no life left~~ whatever, going to parties was stupid when you could drink on your own and ignore the shambles of your personal life.

Young Tamsin, on the other hand...

"'sup."

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"'sup," Tony repeated, trying to figure out if this was someone he knew or not.

"I heard there was food," said the little Valkyrie, glaring up at him.

Thankfully no one needed to go to Valhalla after a good meal. Probably.

"There is food and soda." Because someone had to shove all the alcohol down into his lab because oh god. "And probably people your age."

"Gimme some," Tamsin said promptly. "Now."

"Well, aren't you polite," Tony replied dryly. "What was your name again?"

Kitty was here, and had even brought a side to help out.

Okay, it was an unopened box of Kraft Mac and Cheese but to be fair, she knew not to be using the stove.

Zounds, what was she doing here? All her confidence from playing Shopkeeper had dwindled spectacularly, all her energy dealing with people drained, so it was amazing she had even come instead of just hiding under her bed for the rest of the day.

But she was going to be brave. She was going to be bold, and she was going to that party.

Even if she spent the entirety of it against a wall near a corner and possibly sort of hiding behind a plant or lamp or whatever she could find, trying not to stare at everyone else through her big round glasses.

Kanan's day had been interesting so far, but there was a party to get to. He was looking forward to that part.

He wasn't certain that he should be looking forward to that part, but here he was, looking forward to it. Possibly just because the weirdness had skipped him, personally, over, and he was neither a floating squeaky toy or a youngling named Caleb at the moment. He was considering it a win, thanks.

And soaking in that schadenfreude. Hey, it wasn't him. Score.

"Hi!" Steve said, buried under the many layers of clothing Tony had made him put on. "This is my house!"

Kinda.

"Kanan!" Steve said, waving happily from waaaay lower down than he normally was. He also looked like a good stiff wind would blow him away, even through the layers of sweaters.

He really did, didn't he? It took Kanan a half a moment, but he was breaking out into a broad grin once he figured it out.

"Steve?"

And, miraculously, he wasn't laughing.

"Hey, kid. You look all bundled up, there."

"Oh thank god, another adult." It had been A Day already.

"Are you alright there?" Tony asked.

"I think the island figured out I'm no fun as a kid," Kanan decided, offering Tony a relieved smile. "I, uh, brought potato salad."

It had been easy to make. Kanan knew his way around a potato.

"I'm afraid to put it down. It might end up painted across the walls."

Steve made a face. "Tony's fault. Seems like every time he looks at me he makes me put on another layer. We're inside. AND the heat works."

"Maybe he figures you need extra padding in case any of the other kids are biters," Kanan suggested. And then looked around speculatively. "Some of them look pretty shifty to me."

They were children. He didn't have much experience with ones that weren't dressed in robes and learning how to wield a lightsaber.

Liam was... still kind of figuring out existence in general. Look, from his perspective, he was only a few hours old.

But! Here he was, clutching a bag of marshmallows in one hand. Because while he wasn't quite sure how or why he knew he had been invited here tonight, he did remember that he was supposed to bring something.

Tony let out a resigned sigh. "So, basically it'll be like living with Barton and the Hulk again."

"Marshmallows," Tony said with a smile. "A good choice. Hopefully someone else will bring a sweet potato dish for them."

Steve laughed. "That's not very nice to say."

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