Cooking dinner for Jack

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It's a lovely evening, and Lorne is tempted to stop by the lake for a quick dip on the way, but he's carrying raw meat with him, which makes it seem like a bad idea. The walk itself is nearly as nice anyway, and Lorne smiles as the cabin comes into view.

It feels like coming home on leave, which he supposes it sort of is, except that he didn't have to apply for it, and it won't come out of his bank.

"You know what we should get, babe? A grill," he says as they come up the stairs to the porch.

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Jack devotes himself to the food with the respect really good food deserves.

When he comes up for air, "So about the garden. What do you think?"

[callmemajor]

"I think it's a great idea," Lorne says. "What are you thinking of putting in there?"

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"Herbs, vegetables--fresh tomatoes are so good. And an apple tree.

"I, uh, met Mother nature and she gave me some ideas," he admits.

[callmemajor]

"You met Mother Nature?"

He shouldn't be surprised by now, really.

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"She was tending bar."

This kind of things happen in Milliways. He's quite used to it.

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"Of course, she was," Lorne says, chuckling. "Did she suggest the apple tree?"

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"No, but she did suggest the hothouse. Vegetables in winter, Evan."

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"It's a great idea," Lorne agrees. "It'll take some work, though."

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"I have the time," Jack observes."And the know-how. I could have a hothouse up by middle of August."

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Lorne nods. "I can help while I'm here."

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"Great." He touches Lorne's foot with his. "I can't wait to plant pumpkins."

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Lorne smiles and nudges Jack's foot back. "We could have pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving from our very own pumpkins." He grins. "I could make pumpkin ale!"

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Jack laughs. "That'll be perfect. We'll have to ask people to come help us eat them."

[callmemajor]

"I'm sure there's enough people living in the bar without somewhere to go for Thanksgiving that we could probably get a few people. Turkey and pumpkin pie will draw pretty much anyone."

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"And cranberry jelly. I won't pretend we can do a bog here, though."

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Lorne chuckles. "Yeah, I think a mountain is not the ideal place for a cranberry bog."

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"So it won't be entirely homemade," Jack says placidly.

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"It'll be as close as we can reasonably get," Lorne says, shrugging. "And we can plant our own potatoes, and...well, the pie crust we probably won't be able to make with our own ingredients either."

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"Potatoes won't be ready by November, planting this late," Jack muses. "Nor wheat for pie crust and stuffing. Oh, Evan, sage stuffing in turkey, doesn't that sound good?"

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Lorne chuckles. "Sounds delicious, babe."

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"It's very good," Jack assures him.

[callmemajor]

"We can add that to the list, then."

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"Herb garden," Jack says cheerfully.

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Lorne grins. "Getting closer and closer to that white picket fence all the time."

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"If I'm going to be here a while I may as well make it beautiful."