[ Max gets there about half an hour late, but she does her best to look like she's not late at all as she slides into her seat and pours herself a drink. Thanksgiving dinner. Last year she'd done this with Dick and the others, but there had been quite a few of them then.
She'd almost stayed home, really. After recent events, willingly going out into public made her a little jumpy, socializing wasn't necessarily the easiest thing she'd ever done. Which was why she was late - it had taken her some time to actually force herself out the door. But she had, and here she was. Ready to eat. ]
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She'd almost stayed home, really. After recent events, willingly going out into public made her a little jumpy, socializing wasn't necessarily the easiest thing she'd ever done. Which was why she was late - it had taken her some time to actually force herself out the door. But she had, and here she was. Ready to eat. ]