Wayne was already wearing a small crown shaped paperclip stuck onto his hair as best as Nina could manage, so he was clearly going to be sitting in top-notch style for this entire trip.

But he was mostly just confused about the box, since, far as he knew, gifts weren't exactly a part of Thanksgiving tradition...nor was any sort of headdress, unless it was a native one, and, hoo boy, that could be a bit awkward, now, wouldn't it?

So he ventured toward the next possible thing, "You got me a hawkey helmet?"

"Hi, Shuri!" chirped Katy from Wayne's phone, waving at the other girl before craning her neck as if that could help her see the box better as Wayne went to open it. "What is it, what is it?"

"Not a hawkey helmet," said Wayne, who turned the box so Katy could see.

"Awwww, it's cute," said Katy, who could say that, because she was far, far, far away from that monstrosity, yes. And she even managed to mostly hold back her laughing.

Shuri wasn't getting a squint for that one; she was, however, going to get a very well-articulated quirk of an eyebrow for it.

"You really wanna go out there coffee tasting with a guy with a turkey on his head, do ya?"

"Oh, yeah?" Wayne asked. "Is that right, Shuri? And then jus' what're we gonna do about my lost dignity, while we're at it?"

"Well, there he goes," Katy chimed in. "Mr. Poopypants. Just wear the hat, Wayne."

"I'm not wearing the hat, Katy!" There were, after all, limits to her sister powers. "I don't know where yer gettin' yer info from, Shuri, but there ain't nothing traditional about it. Probably got it mixed up with the States' Thanksgiving, they're the ones who wanted to make a turkey their national bird, fer fuck's sake."

Hey, if it got her off the notion of Wayne actually wearing that hat, Shuri was welcome to any old point she'd like.

"Oh, I reckon they'd eat just about anything down that way," Wayne mused. "Er, I s'pose it's up, right about now. I guess they figgur, if we're gonna pick a bird, let's pick a tasty one. But they decided to go with an eagle instead. Probably not s tasty. Lot more difficult to catch....But a turkey'll give you some real trouble, too, if you get 'em in just the right mood..."

Wayne regarded Shuri with a bit of a cautious squint, wondering if what he was about to say might be wrangled into something in defense of that hat.

"Fer us, it is," he confirmed. "Usually have a good flock of them out by the north field, couple two or three ripe fee pluckin'. Moat people, though, not so much."

"With Wayne all the way over there in Ecuador this year," Katy added proudly, "I got to do the honors."

"Which meant you prob'leh succeed yer Hawkeye players on the poor fellows fer a while until you decided to put 'em out of their misery. An' I don't mean the turkeys, not the feathered ones, anywhey! An' then you went and got Dary and Squirrely Dan to take care of it, more'n likeleh."

"Can confirm!" said Katy, just as proud as before.

"Just an efficient use of resources, really," said Katy, who shrugged a shoulder, but grinned right back. "And like Wayne always says, if you can be one thing..."

"Be efficient," Wayne concluded. Efficiently.