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]

When she returned, she had her fingers cupped protectively around a warm tumbler of mulled cider. Gracefully, she managed not to spill a drop.

"Here. On the house."

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

"I should hope so." He grinned, accepting the cup from her and immediately putting it to his lips to take a drink. The warm drink was absolutely perfect for having just come out of the cold. "Thanks. It's not so bad, if I do say so myself."

[herotypical]

"You're welcome to the recipe. It's not tough. I'll pass it along the usual channels."

She mimed a book with her hands.

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

"That sounds like a plan. Though, I'm sure I could never make it as good as a professional."

A Luceti professional, perhaps, but details.

[herotypical]

"Pfft. And I am? Caesar -- I'm a bartender who doesn't actually drink. Or like booze at all."

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

"Doesn't mean you're bad at what you do." He shrugged. "You've got more experience mixing drinks than I do, so I'd think that counts for something."

[herotypical]

"And it's that kind of attitude that keeps me in business out at Good Spirits. Thank you for your disinclination to learn."

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

"It's good to know I'm making such an important contribution." Especially when he'd only been to Good Spirits all of two or three times. "But I shouldn't keep you. You probably have other guests to see to, huh?"