Hermione had spent about the last week in the kitchen, trying to make everything special for Thanksgiving. She was about six months pregnant, and glowing.
Savannah was enjoying the company of her daughters and trying not to think about the impending task of briefing the President-Elect on the Occ-Ops portfolio. Like most governors, she had been kept out of the loop, and some of the Florida-based Occ-Ops agents had rolled their eyes when Savannah had tried to get a bead on her after the election. "Smart, but extremely narrow-minded" seemed to be the consensus.
The other thing on her mind is that this year, for the first time, she had brought Katerina with her to the family gathering. Katerina had the look of faintly scornful amusement that American culture often seemed to bring to her face. Everyone else, except Nancy and Kendra who had worked with Katerina before, seemed somewhat intimidated by the big Russian. "Delicious turkey" said Katerina "My complements to the chef." Hermione blushed. "Thank you."
There wasn't much discussion of politics. Savannah had worked with, and had high respect for, some of the people in Israel's Kabbalah Division, but her responsibility for defending humanity as a whole, along with the rest of the cosmos, meant that she was increasingly indifferent to who occupied which piece of land. Her role as Sorceress Supreme was increasingly incompatible with her more parochial role as head of American Occ-Ops, and after managing the transition to the Santis administration she planned to resign. Meanwhile Nancy and Kendra had become valuable Occ-Ops agents, something else they couldn't talk about at the family table in front of Lydia, Emily and Hermione.
Katerina took out a bottle of vodka with a flourish. "I follow American tradition, now I ask you to follow Russian one. Would everyone except fair lady Hermione" Katerina bowed "Join me in shot of vodka as we drink to Grandmother Frost?"
After that things loosened up a bit.