Getting a Thanksgiving dinner together? It wasn’t, I realized, something I could just put together. Not without inviting all of the girls in the house.

Kanesha approached me two days later. “I’m doing Thanksgiving for everyone.”

“I…think I may have other plans. Kanesha, just when did you work out who my father was?” There was no accusation.

“Uh…it…I guess it was creeping up on me for a while. But really?”

“I’m going to…well, I’m not saying any more.”

I had money from the modeling. A bunch of places would do a traditional turkey dinner for…not that very much. More or less at random, I picked a Victorian-style place near the White House, which was likely to be full of politicians, but at least it wasn’t a chain.

The question, of course, was how to get him there. Cayenne brownies weren’t likely to be on the menu. And if he knew what I was up to, then it wouldn’t be nearly as much fun.

Oh, yes, I had this all planned out except for that one small problem. I had the reservations. Not for two. For three.

I just didn’t have my target.

So? I had to think. Leaving him a note? Could be picked up by anyone. Including mystery shooter, whoever he was.

I could, of course, do the old weird note in the personals thing. Somehow, I imagined Loki reading the personals.
And then there was the matter of the third person I wanted to be there. With whom I’d had no contact. Who might not even be involved, except I suspected she was.

Which meant? It meant I needed Thruor’s help. Needing her help was easy enough to admit to, at least, and this time when I knocked on her door, she was present. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

“I know.” I stepped past her into the flat. “I know who my father is.”

“Took you long enough,” she said, wryly. “You know why I couldn’t tell you.”

“Because I’d have punched you one. And called you a liar.” Which I knew to be the truth – it was exactly how I would have reacted.

“You’d have tried,” Thruor noted.

I pretended to throw a punch at her, which she dodged with a slight grin. “See?”

“Eh, if it had been a real punch it would have been harder. Anyway. I’m planning something.”

“If you’re planning a prank war, he’ll win.”

I laughed. “A surprise. But I’m not sure how to get his attention and even more not sure how to get Sigyn’s.”

“Oh. Leave that to me. I’ll talk to her.” A pause, while she looked at me.

I interrupted before she could say more. “Why hasn’t she paid a visit?”

“Because…seeing her might have triggered things prematurely.”

Which answered that question, indirectly, but definitively. “Well. I want both of them.”

Then, I explained what I needed.