“I think I burned the corn.” Saiko stares at the black-tinged pellets in the bowl.
“It’s okay,” Sasaki assures her.
“All right! I’m so excited!” Shirazu zooms into the dining room.
“Me too.” Mutsuki giggles nervously as he folds each napkin. They’re using fine silverware for this American holiday.
“Humbug.” Urie rolls his eyes.
“Not the right holiday,” Shirazu sings.
“Shut it.” But ever Urie has to admit, the turkey and that cranberry jelly look scrumptious.
“To start, I think we are supposed to say what we’re thankful for,” says Sasaki, taking his place at the head of the table.
“I’m thankful for food!” Shirazu announces, drooling at the biscuits laid before him.
“I’m thankful for Sasaki preparing all of this,” Mutsuki says softly.
“I’m thankful we can eat human food,” Saiko says.
And now it’s Urie’s turn.
“I’m thankful to work at CCG and have a chance to make a difference in the world.”
Saiko rolls her eyes, Shirazu grins, and Mutsuki nudges Urie with his foot. He smiles.
Sasaki clears his throat. “I’m thankful for all of you.”
Mercy and Magic 