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

[herotypical]

"And from the looks of it? They seem impressed. Which is a plus -- maybe I can cash that in for a full month of not getting disparaging oh you American remarks."

Buffy reached for a roll and tore it in two.

[shadedsunlight]

What a nice month that'll be.

Ginia takes a moment to help herself to some of the sweet potato casserole waiting on her plate, nodding her approval after the first bite. Good American Thanksgiving fare, how you've been missed.

[herotypical]

"Honestly. I don't think they have any right to poke fun at us when they're the country that invented french fry sandwiches."

[shadedsunlight]

Some ridiculous names for their dishes too. Bubble and squeak? Bangers and mash? Spotted dick?

[herotypical]

"...And you never, ever stop giggling at them. Ever. I was living in Scotland before showing up here. Living there? Doesn't lessen the giggling."

[shadedsunlight]

I think some giggling is to be expected with those sorts of names. Then there's all the slang. Knew some British guys back home, they loved asking unsuspecting Americans if they could "bum a fag" off of them.

dear god how did i miss this tag.

[herotypical]

"...That's Spike. Totally Spikeish."

No worries! Lots of tags in this post.

[shadedsunlight]

Spike?

[herotypical]

Aha. Well -- perhaps she should go with some preemptive damage control. "Someone. From home. The opposite side of the British spectrum from Giles."

[shadedsunlight]

A pause as she muses on the image, then nods, knowing the type well enough, and uses the moment to try some turkey. Mm, turkey and cranberry sauce.

Where'd you find the turkey?

[herotypical]

"...Jack Sparrow."

She mimed a gun with one hand.

[shadedsunlight]

Ginia takes another moment to think on that image.

I'm getting used to this place. The idea there are wild turkeys about doesn't surprise me.

[herotypical]

"Surprising how that happens, huh? It's like -- bam. Acclimatized. Freaked me out, at first."

[shadedsunlight]

I know. Not even sure when it did. Just began rolling with everything one day.

I'm hoping it was a normal wild turkey? No... eye-lasers or anything? Though maybe it'd be more surprising if it was entirely normal.

[herotypical]

"Oh. Dear. God. I hope not. I don't wanna be eating eye-laser bird. That's just...nah. I would not be okay with that. He'd know I wouldn't be okay with that. I think.

No. It has to be a normal wild turkey."

[shadedsunlight]

Probably a normal wild turkey. Because an eye-laser bird would be almost too cool to eat. And if there was one, there would have been stories shared.

Poor gobbler. You lived plump and well, now you'll be well-enjoyed. Tastes great.

[herotypical]

"It does have a certain brash, freedomy taste. Doesn't it?"

[shadedsunlight]

Quite so. I'm sure it put up a good fight too, evading its pursuers until its last breath. I'll have to ask Jack later for the story.

[herotypical]

"...Only if you're keen on getting it with all the embellishments."

[shadedsunlight]

Embellishments can make a story fun. I've always loved a good story.

[herotypical]

"...Have him tell you the one about the cursed horseshoe from Leeds. That's my favourite."

It was entirely possible that Buffy was faking it in order to set Jack up for a story-related fall. What? She can be mischievous.

[shadedsunlight]

I'll keep that in mind. Sounds interesting.

And so Ginia becomes an unwitting mark, but hey, if a story comes out of it even if it's pulled out of thin air? All the better.

[herotypical]

"...Does Giles know that Jack tells you stories?"

[shadedsunlight]

I think he's aware, but I don't mention Jack all that much around Giles. Probably for the best.

[herotypical]

"...Probably. Guess it's too much to hope that those animosities'd mellow out."