Aaron isn't sure the last time he'd seen a Thanksgiving spread, and all this seemed so started it set even his hackles to raising. Still, even if the food could be dangerous, you had to eat, living through the apocalypse has a way of teaching you that, and he did this evening. Aaron's also a people person, though normally slightly withdrawn himself, and if this place is more than just a weird, shared delusion, he knows you can't survive unless you're together.

It's in the spirit of that togetherness that he approaches Simon at his less occupied spot along the wall, snagging a couple glasses of wine on the way and offering one to him.

"Welcome parties aren't really my thing either."