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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[all7seas]

"Do I want a drink? Is Norrington wearing overstarched undergarments? Of COURSE, dearest! Make it a double, hmm? I'll have you fed up in a trice."

He hurried away to the table to make good on that promise.

[quip]

She couldn't help but laugh.

And so did she, except in another direction to grab a few drinks. She managed to find another tumbler for Jack, filling it with something good, and made her way back near the table.

[all7seas]

"I gave you extra stuffing," Jack pointed out when he reached her, "for which you may thank me later."

[quip]

You're too kind. She grinned. "Oh yeah? With my detectifying skills?"

[all7seas]

"Nonsense! I've never given you that much credit, now have I?"

Cheeky! So cheeky!

[quip]

You're so mean, Jack Sparrow. "I did solve one thing on my first day. That's impressive, right?"

[all7seas]

"Eh? What's this? You solved something? Out with it, woman--what was solved?"

[quip]

"What made this place not boring! For you, anyway. Which involved a lot of drinking and sailing, though my memory could be a bit fuzzy with the appearance of a turkey."

[all7seas]

"That was an easy mystery, wasn't it! Doesn't count! You've got to go out and solve a murder or something, just like the great John Watson and his partner what's-his-name."

Jack himself had solved a murder after a fashion, back in Shipwreck Cove. But that was many years ago, now.

[quip]

"There's no impressing you, is there?" she laughed. She honestly thought her solving her first mini-mystery was impressive. Especially since it was on her first day!

She nodded, crossing her arms against her chest, standing up straighter. "Fine, I accept your challenge. Prepare to be blown away by Madam Detective's awesome -" a lot of emphasis there "- detective skills. And when I do solve something really impressive, you can ..." she paused, frowning. What could they wager?

"You can buy me all the McCoys I want. For a week."

[all7seas]

"Deal." Cordelia looked like enough of a lightweight to make this a favorable wager. "Impress me, and it's yours."