so pile your boots up in the corner -- hang your jacket from the door

[herotypical]

Who: anyone invited to house seven's thanksgivingstravaganza -- as well as anyone walking by who might be curious about all the brouhaha.
What: giving thanks!
When: forward dated to november 24th due to predicted holiday hiatuses!
Where: house seven!
Summary: friends, food, fondness. family. festivities.
Rating: g for goin' up.

House Seven was decked out in soft oranges and browns. Gentle reds and yellows. The table was shoved up against a wall and dish upon dish of delicious Thanksgiving dinner-bits adorned it. Plates to one side, a pile of cutlery. Feel free to line up and pile your arms high with roasted turkey, mashed potatoes, sweet potato casserole, carrots and green beans, cranberry sauce, sinful gravy. Stuffing. Steamed broccoli. The amount of food would almost be laughable had the guest list not been so long. Chatter abounded.

It was, by all accounts, a fairly casual gathering. No ceremony (Buffy, by this point, was all ceremony'd out after some fiercely dedicated meal-prepping) to stand on and no customs to keep. Just food and friendship. The only thing customary about Buffy Summers would be her delighted, enchanted grin throughout the evening. Very little pleased her more than a social event that was going well.

Mix! Mingle! Make merry!

(ooc; threadjack into oblivion and don't forget to add your character to the entry tags! have fun! note that this is forward-dated. i'll be tagging around myself later this evening. )

Comments

[consultmybooks]

Crimes against your culture. Not mine. I spent too long on the other side of the ocean to be fussed about gravy. So you can trust me not to lock you up for anything of the sort.

[herotypical]

We'll see if you're still singing the same tune the next time I try and serve Yorkshire pudding sans-gravy.

[consultmybooks]

I didn't know you'd taken up even attempting Yorkshire pudding.

[herotypical]

If by attempt you mean find a frozen variety in the shop and nuke? Then -- surprise!

[consultmybooks]

[Giles actually shudders at this.]

And not the pleasant sort. I think I'll just try some of the gravy and we'll call it done, thanks.

[herotypical]

It's a deal.

[ WELL? she's waiting. ]

[consultmybooks]

[...a little disquieted, Giles goes off to find some gravy to spoon onto his turkey. He takes a bite and returns to Buffy for report.]

It's very good. Well done.

[herotypical]

Isn't it amazing? O-okay, so maybe I had some help. With all of this...but I'm not longer the queen of failure in the kitchen, Giles!

[ her self-pride is achingly evident. ]

[consultmybooks]

Yes, I can tell. It's very good. [Wild horses could not drag his surprise at this fact from him.] There's no shame in getting help with Thanksgiving, Buffy, it's only to be expected.

[herotypical]

Oh. What's that? Do I hear the cantankerous Brit who just finished excluding himself from my culture now trying to comment on that culture?

[ it's out of love. ]

[consultmybooks]

You hear the victim of one too many Thanksgivings where you tried to manage without assistance.

[Clean up from the Thanksgiving with the Indians probably took weeks.]

[herotypical]

Oh, come on. [ she knows the one he's mentioning. ] I had that big psych test to study for. You know that. You wouldn't have wanted me to neglect my studies, right?

[consultmybooks]

No, I wouldn't have. That's why I was so baffled that you took it into your head to attempt such an ambitious undertaking.

[herotypical]

Bread and circuses, Giles. Sometimes we gotta give them to ourselves.

[consultmybooks]

Bread and...circuses?

[You might have lost him, Buffy.]

[herotypical]

[ she just gives him a look that says why yes i can make learned quips. ]

When is a Brit not a failed Brit? When they're American, apparently.

[consultmybooks]

[...okay, wild horses might not have been called for there.]

Fair enough.

I still prefer this way better, and not just because of the lack of vengeful ghosts.

rofl it's not a british thing, really. more of a classics thing.

[herotypical]

It's...cozy. Seven's never been so boisterous. [ a beat. ] Except possibly this last week.

Then I am a failed computer major T_T

[consultmybooks]

[...another beat.]

Yes, I was that noisy, wasn't I?

Sorry about...well, myself.

the world will always need computers; less so roman trivia. ;D

[herotypical]

...I didn't mind the noise, Giles. I think I actually liked it.

But roman trivia is often more interested

[consultmybooks]

Yes, well.

[Glasses are getting cleaned now.]

Glad someone did.

Even so. Thank you, Buffy. For, um, f-for keeping an eye on me.

[herotypical]

Hey. It's what I do best. Keeping you out of trouble. [ this is said with the utmost irony. ] Besides -- I ran the crash course with Jilly. At least you weren't as young as she was.

[consultmybooks]

[Said with the utmost irony but not without some truth.]

I was horrible at drawing even at three times her age.

...not bad with a stake, though.

[herotypical]

Nope. You were a pretty quick study, there. Your instructor was very proud.

[consultmybooks]

I'm flattered that you think so. I wasn't entirely untrained, of course, but you were certainly a helpful instructor.