Thanksgiving

Family was everything. It always has been for Rebekah, for all the Mikaelsons. Which is why she jumps on the idea of Thanksgiving dinner with alacrity and enthusiasm. Jesse likely hadn't realised what he'd inspire when he mentioned it, but it was too late to think about that now.

She'd invited everyone she could think of; those that were important to her, and those that were important to Hayley and Elijah as well. No expense had been spared, everything was going to be perfect from the table settings to the food.

Sadly things rarely worked out perfectly. Rebekah wasn't exactly a cook, her need for the skill minimal. A burnt and blackened turkey emerging from the oven, she'd done the only thing she knew how. She'd compelled their dinner from one of Darrow's best hotels. The Chef had willingly delivered up a roasted bird and more side dishes than Rebekah had even considered, along with pies and wine. It would be perfect, and she just hoped the wolves would ignore the scent of burnt meat on the air. Rebekah isn't planning on telling anyone about the delivery, completely planning on taking all of the credit.

She looks at the clock, tapping her foot. People should be here soon. Hopefully it all goes to plan.