The Farthest Point  It wasn't a feast, but Yori had outdone
herself again, and the sheer volume of food that made up their
dinner was an impressive thing in its own right. Even though
Tron didn't let his family say grace anymore, mostly for Ram's
benefit – though he really didn't mind – ( but also because
Rinzler always refuse to partake in the tradition), it was all
very picturesque; everything a Thanksgiving should be, Ram
thought. So when Yori had brought out the Turkey and batted away
Tron's helpful hands to cut into it herself, they'd started
eating as soon at it was served.  The table was a fair sized
rectangle seating all six of them comfortably, with Tron
surrounded by the people he loved most in this world. Yori sat
at the head – a place he thought she deserved – just around the
corner and directly to his right. Across from him, Yori's two
darling daughters were squirming, full of giggles and smiles as
they joked with Ram who sat at Tron's left; a spot reserved for
only the dearest of friends. And at