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Huh... turkey.

[pause, give her a moment]

Why is there a turkey in there...?

[Ianto looks puzzled at the turkey that's in there with a bunch of warm straw, a bowl of water and chicken feed. He's confused as he looks at the big turkey that's staring right back at him.]

Yes. I can see that it's a turkey. Oh. Right. The American members of the team have a holiday coming up.

[He points to the placard that's reserved for other prisoners.] His name is dinner.

Right, Thanksgiving right. People in silly hats.

[she makes a face when she hears his name] I'd have called him Cranberry or Giblets. How do you know it's a boy?

Liz was really, really hoping no one would find the turkeys in the vaults before she found some poor person to con into killing them. She sure as hell isn't gonna do it.

"Oh...hey..." Liz stops by the door, trying to hide all guilt from her eyes. "Someone's taking the decorating a little too far, aren't they?" She says casual, trying to act like she's got no idea why the turkeys are there.

"I don't think they make the girl turkeys into dinner. And, the fact it is prancing around inside its cell," Ianto kneels down to look at the big birds that seems happy with its inside home. "Yes, we get to celebrate a holiday for a bunch of uptight religious fanatics that were so bad the Crown was glad to be rid of them."

He looks over his shoulder and he clears his throat. "Yes, decorating includes two big turkeys that normally would be sitting on the table looking a bit more well done and cooked."

"The other must be the one called sandwiches." Ianto points to the friend of the other turkey that's hanging out in the corner.

"When are they going to get to that point?" Lyssa has no issues in wondering when they're going to be food also when this odd Earth event was going to happen.

"I really don't understand half the things humans celebrate. Some are fun though. Does this one have presents being given?" She didn't know.

"Hey!" Liz scowls at Ianto, "Be nice to Thanksgiving. It's about being...thankful." she says simple. "Getting together with your family and friends and the people you love and...all that crap."

She looks at the turkeys who look far too content. It's going to make it really hard to con someone into killing them. "There was a mix up...at the farm. They said fresh, and they meant it."

She shakes her head at Lyssa. "No, that's the next one. But we do do a lot of shopping the day after, usually. This year stores are already doing it, though."

Ianto looks at Liz and he raises an eyebrow. "Yes, this is a bit too fresh. I mean you're meeting your dinner with its face. I'll find a market and pick-up already dead turkeys. Patrick will be furious as it is when he finds these two here."

"Yes, this is the one of just eating and adding to the Torchwood zoo." Ianto just rubs the back of his neck. "Unless the two of you want to finish the shopping."

Ianto isn't about to admit he has no problems with eating these two but he's not going to be open about it.

"My ears are burning I just heard my," Patrick's words are cut off as he catches sight of the birds. "Okay kids, who wants to explain why the back room has two live turkey's in it and please make it good."

"So just what are you going to do with them if you're not going to..." Lyssa makes a face and gestures about suitably offing the birds but doesn't want to say it in front of them any more.

"I got nothing." She held a hand up. "I ain't even from this rock."

Liz gets a look like a child being caught doing something very very bad when she hears Patrick's voice. "There was a mix up with..." She looks down and coughs the word. "Thanksgiving." Then she forces a big smile, though there's a little glare at Lyssa because Liz is jealous she has an easy excuse out of this.

"Don't worry about it, I'll handle it." Liz says to Patrick and everyone else casually as one of the turkeys starts to bob over to her like it's her pet or something. "Go away." She hisses under her breath as she pushes it with her foot. She's digging herself even deeper into trouble more than likely.

"Yes, there was a mix-up and I think the turkey in the corner isn't going to get up. He's a wee bit on the plump side." Ianto points to the crippled turkey and his equally big friend. "I'm not sure what we should do with them."

He looks at Lyssa for a moment and then over to Patrick. "We don't have anywhere else to keep them. But, yes Liz and Lyssa can see about getting already dead turkeys."

Patrick frowns and goes over to the turkey who seems to be lame. He kneels down and feels the leg careful to keep his face away from it's beak.

The bird still manages to nail his leg though and he winces. "Leg isn't broken," he says, "he's just lame from too much weight....looks that way anyway. I'm not a vet."

He stands and gets a hard peck from the turkey, this time his on his foot. "And he's crabby too," he comments, "moving them won't be easy."

He looks at the group. "How on earth did live turkey's get ordered," he says, "I hope no one did in on the diner line, it's bad and I've been meaning to try and fix it."

Alisa comes walking in with an ax in hand and she's got a pair of purple examiners gloves in her pocket. "Okay, okay, I'll dispatch these two." She frowns when she spots of all people in here. "Yes, and his friend's not in better shape. They're bred for this purpose Patrick."

"I'll push them out to somewhere secluded and give them a humane end." Alisa shakes her head a bit. "I order them from an advertisement in a local magazine. They said fresh turkeys and we got a pair of fresh turkeys."

It's a turkey. You know, Thanksgiving?

Holidays about food are always good.