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With as long as she's been in Darrow, Molly is pretty well used to the way things work here, inasmuch as anyone can be. People disappearing has become an unfortunately normal part of her life, so many of the people she's known and cared about gone now. The loss of Clarke, though, her oldest and closest friend, so close on the heels of losing Stephen, admittedly has her a bit thrown. All she can really do is keep going through it, something she learned from experience a long time ago, but she still feels oddly heavy, worn down in a way she can't totally ignore. She'll never stop thinking that she's lucky to be here, no matter what happens, but it's still hard to be the one left behind.

After work, thinking it's less miserable than drinking alone in her apartment, she heads to a nearby bar, somewhere she's visited frequently in the time she's been here. It's a reasonably nice place, though not so much so that the drinks will bankrupt her, so it's kind of perfect.

She's ordered herself a gin and tonic before she catches sight of someone she knows sitting a few seats over. With a smile, she says, "Fancy seeing you here."

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"Thanksgiving. Alright, I'll be watching out for giant mutant turkeys. I mean, more giant an mutant than they already are," Daniel joked. The turkeys here and the turkeys he remembered were practically not even the same bird in terms of size and shape.

"Yeah, but I didn't go see the movie, so I was okay. I don't really like horror movies. Seen enough blood and been snuck up on enough in my life already."

"Yeah, I stayed away. Not a big fan of them either," Molly says. It's for largely the same reason, too, albeit different context. She just doesn't have any interest in seeing the violence that usually goes hand in hand with them after the violence she's experienced. They're fine for some people, she's sure, but they just aren't for her. "I heard about it all after, though, and it sounded like a nightmare, even by this place's standards."

At the thought of giant mutant turkeys, though, she can't help but laugh. "That actually sounds pretty plausible. Just... giant turkeys roaming the streets."

"Like Donald Duck in the Macy's parade, but worse," Daniel agreed. "Good luck finding an oven to cook that drumstick."

He actually didn't really like turkey, so he'd be skipping that drumstick in any case. It wasn't bad, but it didn't have much flavor as far as he was concerned.

"If anywhere'd be able to handle it..." Molly says, though she's almost entirely joking. Darrow is weird in ways that she'll never fully understand, but even here, she thinks that would throw any and everyone for a loop. Soon enough, though, it would probably be like nothing ever happened. As creepy as it often is, she can at least respect that resiliency.

"Well, here's hoping that doesn't happen. No one needs that much turkey anyway."

"Especially not me. I don't like turkey," he admitted. "We never had it when I was growing up and no one should be introduced to a food by the United States Army. Not even Saint Jude could have rescued the first turkey I had."

Some of the food the Army provided wasn't bad, but some of it was just awful. And he didn't really know if she'd get the saint reference, but she had a scripture verse on her arm, so maybe she would.