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

[unneeded]

"Thank you." And, for absolutely no reason, he feels like he should touch his fingertips to his mouth, then extend his hand toward her. He blinks a few times, then tries it.

[shadedsunlight]

The sign comes as a surprise, but Ginia smiles graciously and bows her head toward him. Memories bleeding back? Logical enough, she supposes. There's a small pause before she tucks the notepad under her arm to sign slowly.

/You're remembering things?/

[unneeded]

"Here and there. Is it...is it a salute of some sort?" Because he has no idea what he just did.

[shadedsunlight]

She shakes her head, taking her notepad back and writing out her response.

I've been teaching you a language. American Sign Language, a language composed of gestures and movements made with your hands - signs. You just signed "thank you."

[unneeded]

...He doesn't care who you are. That's cool. "I did?"

[shadedsunlight]

A nod, a smile, a retucking of the notepad.

/You are good at signing./

[unneeded]

He blinks a lot at her hands, then looks up apologetically.

[shadedsunlight]

It was worth a shot. The message is rewritten on paper for him.

[unneeded]

He reads, then smiles. "There's something, then."

[shadedsunlight]

Something indeed. She smiles and gestures over at the table of food.

Enjoying the food?

[unneeded]

"Very much, thank you. And you?"

[shadedsunlight]

Very much. It reminds me of home. My family used to do something like this every Thanksgiving.

[unneeded]

"I take it to be a very deeply-rooted tradition in America nowadays. Whatever nowadays is for you."

[shadedsunlight]

I'm from the same time period as Buffy, give or take a few years. 2011. The meaning of Thanksgiving has changed since the first one, but family, friends, food. A good combination for a holiday.

[unneeded]

"What was the first one?"

Coming from a guy whose biggest source on any Plantagenet king is Shakespeare. History is not his biggest thing.

...That was a typo above. Should be 2012.

[shadedsunlight]

The year. I'm from the year 2012. I think Buffy is also from around the same time, give or take a few years.