If Rath bothered to get up early, he might be of some help for the Thanksgiving day feast. It was one of his favorite holidays, dressing up or no, and he liked helping his mom out in the kitchen. But as it stood, everyone got up way too early for him to be of any use. The few times he’d tried to get up at a decent hour, he’d end up cutting himself or burning something or just conking out during any duty assigned to him. So for the safety of their dinner and his own, he just slept until someone came and got him. The fact that mom set aside a task for him to do that he could finish in his sleep was appreciated, and he had a hard time making pies without thinking about Thanksgiving.

The knocking on his door did nothing more to make him twitch a bit in his sleep, and he wasn’t conscious enough to hear Tatum come in. He was sprawled in his bed, surrounded by at least ten pillows, most of which tended to crowd on his head. The blanket was hanging halfway off the bed, the only thing visible was a pale foot and a few tufts of red hair. It looked like the bed had come alive and had managed to eat most of him. Often, Rath would joke he was only so skinny because even in his sleep he was active, fighting his blanket and pillows constantly for dominance.

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Tatum hadn't really been expecting him to wake up for her so easily, and she wasn't even careful as she shut the door behind her and made her way over to the side of his bed. She paused for a mere moment, as if considering her best course of action, before deciding on just yanking out the biggest most comfortable looking pillow that was holding up the majority of his head. "Hey ugly," she joked, holding the pillow over him, "Get up."

With that, she dropped the pillow back onto his face again, heading over to his desk and taking up occupation in the chair, legs pulling up to her chest. "W-We should trade places, I've been on vegetable duty for like the last ten hours. Mom wants you to make pie, but I ain't peeling your apples," she explained, not sure he was even really awake enough to listen to what she was saying.

"Don't make me come over there," she warned, "And you better be like, decent under that blanket. If not, tell me now and I'm out."

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