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. )

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[herotypical]

"...Are. Mmhm. I like to think so -- I mean...we bicker. But who doesn't bicker?"

Simplified.

[unneeded]

"Well, it isn't any wonder. You're very much like Abby."

[herotypical]

O-oh. That seemed to take her a little by surprise but she quickly found her smile.

"...In a good way, I hope."

[unneeded]

"In many good ways, but she's my sister, so it's to be expected that we bicker a bit."

[herotypical]

"...It's kinda what sisters do best, I guess."

A sad sort of sensation as she realizes that he wouldn't remember Luceti Valley.

[unneeded]

"...You think of us that way?"

[herotypical]

"Maybe. A little bit. Should I not? I can try and stop."

[unneeded]

"...No. He thinks of you the same way. I just...I'm not sure he knows you do."

[herotypical]

"He..."

Buffy pursed her lips. Archie wasn't seeing himself as himself; she supposed that she could understand. "W-well...unless he forgets all of this once you're done growing up? Maybe he never will know. It's not -- it's kind of a weird topic, you know?"

[unneeded]

"Why?"

[herotypical]

...She took this moment to openly stare. Was it really an easy topic -- even for him? Buffy wasn't aware you could just march around calling someone a brother. It had taken her nearly two years to verbalize that fact about Bones.

[unneeded]

And he is someone who isn't used to making secrets of such things, not even in the future. He comes from a world where "I love you" does not necessarily profess romantic love, and men and women alike may say it without shame.

But at her stare, he finds himself growing somewhat uncomfortable. He blinks quickly, then glances away, wrinkling his nose, not sure what he said to merit that.

[herotypical]

"...Is it crazy to admit that I think it'd be easier to say if Dawn was still here?"

[unneeded]

"Why is it difficult to say at all?"

[herotypical]

"...Shifts. Losses. Arguments. Things get in the way, sometimes."

[unneeded]

"...Does he do the same, then? Let it get in the way?"

[herotypical]

"M-maybe. I don't...really know what goes on in his head."

The enigma that was Archie Kennedy was occasionally a topic of discussion between Buffy and Jack.

[unneeded]

"...He wouldn't say just everything he thinks. He'd be too frightened you wouldn't like him if he told you everything."

[herotypical]

"...He should know, by now, that I've got no legs to stand on. Judge from."

[unneeded]

"...Back home, everyone knows practically everything about me. The men gossip about me. I don't have any secrets. But the lieutenant, he's come here and no one knows a thing unless he wants them to. After everything, I can understand why he'd like to keep his secrets. He finally has a few to keep. I wouldn't know who to trust, either, not when things are passed around so."

[herotypical]

Secrets? Well -- she suspected they all had them.

In fact, she said as much: "Everyone's welcome to keep their own things to themselves. If it helps him...well -- I just hope it does help him."

[unneeded]

"I'm not sure it always does. I just don't know what to do about it. I only meant to explain, at any rate."

[herotypical]

"...It's okay. Y-you don't have to explain for yourself. Himself. Him."

[unneeded]

"I don't want you to think he doesn't want your friendship, I suppose."

[herotypical]

"...I'm not sure I could ever think that, now."

She dropped her eyes. Just a moment.