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The prompt: Arthur and Eames are having their first Thanksgiving gathering that both sides of their families are attending.

"Was it entirely necessary for your mother to bring an entire turkey?" Arthur huffed, setting down the heavy pan Eames' mother had just shoved into his hands. "Didn't you tell her we were already preparing a turkey?"

"I did," Eames chuckled, standing behind Arthur and resting his hands on Arthur's hips. "She wouldn't listen."

"But I can cook!" Arthur grumbled defensively.

"You forget that I can't," Eames kissed where Arthur's neck met his shoulder. "She's used to preparing food before I get a chance to set something on fire."

"We're going to have so much leftover," Arthur sighed, looking over the counter full of food. Many of the dishes were family recipes from either Arthur's side or Eames'. And now they had two turkeys.

"It's okay," Eames told him. "Your family could use some fattening up."

Arthur sent a silencing glare over his shoulder. "We're just naturally thin."

"I'm only teasing," Eames soothed. Arthur allowed Eames to turn him, back against the counter as their lips met briefly. He sighed contently when they pulled apart. "I'm very glad to have your family here."

"Same," Arthur smiled. "Speaking of," he glanced to the doorframe that led to the living room. "Should we go make sure they're getting along?"

"Probably smart," Eames laughed. "My family needs constant supervision."

They moved to the living room together, a small part of them expecting to walk in on disaster. Arthur knew his family to be rather aloof and proper when meeting new people and Eames had readily described his family as 'a loud ball of excitement'. It hadn't sounded promising. But everyone was still alive, at least, when Arthur and Eames stepped into the room.

Eames' parents were loudly describing the night they had gotten drunk and nearly lost on their cruise in Mexico, Arthur's parents looking a little shocked but still nodding and listening. At the same time Eames' two younger brothers were crowding in around Arthur's younger sister, who was trying and failing to hold in a laugh. It reminded Arthur of Eames' attempts to woo him and it made him smile.

"It makes you thankful, doesn't it?" Arthur spoke softly, both of them unnoticed in the doorframe as the families interacted.

"I'm just thankful there's no blood to clean up," Eames joked.

Arthur elbowed him in the side, though he was smiling. In response, Eames pulled him in for another soft kiss.