a rogue fam thanksgiving

[nextchance]

Whatever Thanksgiving is, Jyn doesn't actually have a clue. For that matter, if anyone were to ask her, she'd say it's a stupid name for a holiday, more than a little self-explanatory and unrelated to everything she's actually seen and heard about it thus far. Darrow as a whole doesn't seem to celebrate it, but there are plenty of people who do, and sales in stores and something called Black Friday don't seem to have anything to do with some sort of gathering over a meal or whatever else is supposed to be going on here.

Still, like more than a few traditions in Darrow, she's decided to try to embrace it. She may not be much of a cook, but Cassian is, and any occasion that revolves around food is one she can't say she's not interested in giving a try. If there's something that, even now, feels a little strange about it, when a good deal else of what she's heard seems to revolve around family and togetherness and whatever other nonsense like that — it's no wonder, really, that she'd never heard of it before showing up here — then she's fully intent on ignoring that.

She called this place home, and she meant it. As frightening as the very idea of it may be, Jyn is tired of running from that, of keeping it at arm's length so she won't lose it. Cassian and Bodhi, they're her family now, and the apartment she shares with the former, that's the first home she's had since she was a child.

Which makes it, perhaps, somewhat counterintuitive that, in her spare time, when no one else is around, she's started idly searching her laptop for houses to rent. On one hand, there's no way in hell they could really need more space than they have now, as sparse as her own possessions are. On the other, Bodhi spends enough time here that there's really no reason he shouldn't just live with them, too, and pragmatically speaking, it would save a lot of trouble. A lot of the properties she's come across are out by the university campus, and therefore close to where Cassian works. Sprinkles — who's presently darting around her ankles while she tries to piece together some haphazard dessert that she's read about — would have more room.

And frightening or not, maybe she likes it, the idea of actually being settled somewhere — not some small apartment to which one of them was assigned, but a house of their own choosing, a real home.

Mostly, though, she hasn't meant for it to be much more than a simple fantasy, if only because she doubts she would ever actually work up the nerve to say something about it to them. There's no reason to change what they have now; she wouldn't want to risk getting shot down.

None of that is very much on her mind, though, as they attempt — or, well, mostly Cassian attempts — to put dinner together, some baking competition show left on TV in the background. She has, in fact, entirely forgotten about the several tabs of possible houses she's left open in her internet browser when she tells Cassian just to use her computer to check something he needs to for one of the dishes, already having it on hand from when she'd looked up her own recipe, barely glancing up as she pushes it across the counter in his direction.

She couldn't ever actually need any more than this — the three of them together, the smell of food in the air, everything warm and peaceful and nice. It's already more than she's had in so many years.

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[iamthepilot]

All Bodhi really knows about Thanksgiving is that he’s meant to eat dinner at Jyn and Cassian’s for it. People at work have tried to explain it to him, the background behind the whole holiday, and he’s normally be interested to learn; but between the model car project he’s been working on for his boss and the inexplicable influx of repairs that’d come in for some sort of early Black Friday (Black Friday?) promotion, Bodhi had barely listened to a word anyone has said to him about the matter.

In any case, he’d figured out the gist of it, which seems to be that Thanksgiving is generally meant to be a day to spend with those one is thankful for and so, there’s really nowhere else he’d be rather than with his family.

He hasn’t done much in the way of helping with dinner, aside from fighting crowds and for his life for the sake of bringing along some last-minute ingredients for Jyn and Cassian. Still, he thinks nearly being trampled over successfully obtaining the last two cans of cranberry sauce is a victory in itself so his reward now is to sit in peace and watch the baking show marathon on television until he’s called upon to help some more.

“It smells good already, is it ready yet?” Bodhi calls out, kicking his feet up on the couch’s armrest as he spreads out to make himself more comfortable. He shoots a glance over at Cassian, who seems to be very intensely staring at Jyn’s laptop screen, and grins. “If you need a taste tester, by the way, you know exactly who to turn to for help.”