ojandtostitos:

Characters: Tatum, Rath, & Sera [& and parents].
Setting: Thursday afternoon, November 24th; Donnelly home in Portage Lake, Maine.
Rating: SFW.
Summary: Thanksgiving dinner with the Donnelly family.

Theoretically speaking, since she had been so early to rise the day before, Tatum's plan was to sleep in on actual Thanksgiving. It was a valiant idea, but Madeline had other ideas. She was pretty sure the sun had just coming out as her step-mother came into her room, pulling the blankets off of her to wake her up and get her moving. When she begrudgingly arrived downstairs, the redhead hadn't been shocked to see that her sister was already up. Hell, it looked like she and their mother had even already had breakfast. How early did these two rise exactly?

Fixing herself a coffee rather than a meal, it was hard to gag down breakfast without a joint first, Tatum had nestled into a chair at the kitchen table and had just waited for instruction. Hours passed and it was nearing noon now, and she had been peeling potatoes and carrots for nearly two hours. Before that, it had been doing the dishes and driving to the store to get bread for Madeline to make stuffing.

She was pretty excited for the meal later, even if finding a way to fit a spliff in would be hard with a mother asking for help at every corner. She was starting to grow a little weary of helping out anyway, her fingers were going to stay orange forever if she didn't give peeling carrots a rest.

When the turkey was finally in the oven, and all of the other bits and pieces of dinner were peeled and chopped and good to go, Madeline finally seemed ready to ease up. She watched Tatum dejectedly slicing up her last carrot, and came up behind her, giving her daughter's shoulder a little squeeze. "Why don't you go get your brother? I want him to get started on the pies," she suggested.

Tatum had no idea why her mother always made Rath made three pies, for just the five of them, but it usually worked out in her favor. They usually got to take one back to school, so there was no complaining from her. "Yeah sure," she agreed, moving over and dropping her peeler and knife into the soapy dishwater in the sink. Ascending the stairs two at a time, she pounded on Rath's bedroom door before letting herself in.