The kitchen is warm and filled with the smell of Alyssum's famous pot roast. Gayfeather is leaning against the counter scrolling her phone, while Scabiosa sets the table.
Alyssum: Columbine! Finally, you're here. I was about to send out a search party. Sit down, sit down - the food's getting cold.
Gayfeather: not looking up from her phone He's only forty minutes late. That's practically early for him.
Scabiosa: smiling Leave him alone, Gay. At least he showed up - remember last Thanksgiving?
Alyssum: Don't remind me. I had to freeze half the turkey. Now come give your grandmother a hug before I change my will.