closed starter for: @sntshadleys where/when: the hadley household, thanksgiving
The butcher shop is open in the morning, the best Valka can offer to salvage other families' Thanksgivings. She doesn't have enough birds to save all of Port Leiry's forgetfuls (and those whose turkeys are still pitifully frozen), but she's got enough variety, enough prepared cuts, that it's worth going in for the first few hours of the day to rake in a little extra money.
She's not expecting to get home to the rough scent of something burned, though -- any other day of the year she'd think someone was trying to send the Fellowship a message, but today Valka is surprised to find that Roan's taken it upon himself to massacre a bird all on his own. Even Bolillo isn't looking too excited about the scraps.
"Hey, hey, what the hell are ya doin' there?"
She would have raised him better than this, if she'd raised him at all. But Roan's been raised by wolves. Her son isn't much better than a dog with thumbs and the know-how to at least get an oven fired up. She refuses to be bitter about all the family meals they lost out on. She knows she's too far broken to fix it all. But no Alejo, no Bookers... Valka's got fewer folks than ever in her life and the lone ranger gambit works for some folks, but not her. She softens, sighing.
"Roan... if there's one thing I know, it's how to cook meat and do it right. You could'a asked me. I was gonna make us dinner when I got back from the shop -- I can't let you try to choke down a blackened bird, I mean that's just sad."