thanksgiving | nikki & open
The kitchen was bustling with the sound of pots and pans rearranging over and over as Nikki made room for herself. Thanksgiving had crept up on her and she was in a rush to get everything ready. She wasnât sure how the others would feel about celebrating Thanksgiving at the Estate, but she didnât care. She would make them celebrate it if she had to.
Thanksgiving had always been a favourite holiday of hers. When she was younger, her mother would scrimp and save what she could and use whatever she had at hand and could afford to make a Thanksgiving dinner. Turkey had rarely made an appearance during those times, and pies were considered a special treat, but Nikkiâs mother put her whole heart and soul into the meal and that was really that mattered.
Now Nikki was hoping to replicate her motherâs skill, except with much more resources. Nikki had spent half the day shopping and was preparing to spend the rest of it getting food ready. It looked like there would be more enough to feed all of them, and then some, but Nikki didnât care. Extra food was a blessing, not a hindrance, and she would gladly fight anyone who said otherwise.
As she pored over numerous recipes books at once, trying to find something that would look inviting and taste spectacular, she heard footsteps and soon after felt a pair of eyes on her back. Nikki had always had a good intuition when it came to being watched. She had grown used to the sensation to the years.
âFeel free to pitch in and help at anytime.â She said, only half sarcastically. She vaguely wondered if any of the others actually knew how to cook something simple, let alone something as ambitious as what she was planning.
