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]

Ah. Right. That inevitable chat.

Buffy waved a very dismissive hand. "Please. That wasn't tolerating. You were more than tolerable."

[shadedsunlight]

I was a nosy, chatty kid who asks too many questions. Still am, maybe. But I appreciate it, and I'm sorry Jack foisted babysitting duties onto you.

[herotypical]

That was almost -- almost! -- a frown; Buffy caught herself and stuck to her polite smile.

"You underestimate my ability to sympathethize with nosy, chatty kids who ask too many questions. Go ahead and ask Giles about what I was like in high school and he'll probably use the same words."

[shadedsunlight]

There's a tiny second where Ginia wonders if she's said the wrong thing yet again, but her smile remains.

Maybe I will.

You're good with kids.

[herotypical]

"You? You were not so bad. You were all...of an age where that was fine and dandy and the supervision was low. But a few weeks prior to you and Giles and Helios getting littled? Jilly -- my housemate? Have you met? She was four years old for a week.

Not so sure I did good, there."

[shadedsunlight]

I've met her, not when she was a kid, but we talked once. She had a bonfire going.

Four year olds are a terror upon the world. I think that would try anyone's patience.

[herotypical]

"Jack and me tried to look out for her together. It -- well, It was an experience. Small-child-proofing the house was more difficult than I expected. Then again -- I'm the one who leaves bladed weapons just sitting out on the coffee table."

[shadedsunlight]

You can't be faulted if there's never been a reason to child-proof and you're suddenly having to do so. Though it brings on a sudden awareness of all the sharp things around the house. Corners and all.