Layla had been tempted to go full Wednesday Addams on the Thanksgiving gathering, but in the end, there was something about jokingly appropriating the jokingly appropriated cultural dressings of a group of people that had been symptomatically assaulted that made her tattoo itch, so she'd opted for a white tank top and jeans.

She'd tasted some of pretty much everything and landed on pie and a spiced rum beverage, and had found a good perch to watch the gathering from. She had to give it to Captain America, his place just screamed Americana, all warm and wood and hand hewn. Not bad at all.