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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[unneeded]

"The songs shall call me Kennedy the Blue, Slayer of Poultry. I shall have an entire stanza at least."

[all7seas]

"Stanza?! You were the one DRIVING the bloody thing. Need at least half the song. Oooor a third of it. I, of course, was the proud captain of that vessel, but the helmsman should be remembered."

[unneeded]

"I've risen from midshipman to coxswain of a lumbering war machine, and I didn't even leave the house."

[all7seas]

"See? That's the sort of place Luceti is. There's always room for advancement, whether you want it or not. Smashing!" Jack raises his glass to clink it against Archie's.

[unneeded]

He responds with a clink of his own and sips. "It is unfortunate that I may be beginning to like you very much, Captain Ja--Sparrow." The nickname seems to come so naturally he has to check it. At once he looks faintly disturbed, if only briefly.

[all7seas]

"Ha! That's only because you're at least a third pirate. Oooor possibly because you're Scottish. It's often a blurry line between the two. Have you had enough to eat this evening, Kennedy?" Because maybe they could put some color into that wan face with some victuals.

[unneeded]

"As much as I can, yes." It's been a long, hard road to physical recovery, but he's come most of the way, believe it or not.

[all7seas]

"Try any of Buffy's pies, yet?"

[unneeded]

"Of course I have. Why?"

[all7seas]

"How were they?"

[unneeded]

"No masterpieces, but pies nonetheless. Except for the pumpkin one, which is a pudding."

[all7seas]

"Pumpkin, pumpkin....Right. I'm going to try them all. Bugger her lack of confidence in her cooking. She's Buffy Summers, the most beautiful woman in the land, and her pies are going to be magnificent."

The pep talk was an odd one, but Buffy had talked down so about her pies that Jack was genuinely worried about their debut.

[unneeded]

"The pumpkin one is better than the apple one, if you'd prefer to be safe, although they are both good."

[all7seas]

Jack visibly relaxes. "Both good. Of course they're both good! It's Buffy. Buffy's cooking."

[unneeded]

"I don't think it's a requirement to like a sweetheart's cooking. Or perhaps it is, until she becomes a wife, at which time one is apparently permitted to gripe all one likes. At least, that is as much sense as I can make of it from listening to other men."

[all7seas]

"Kennedy! Everything Buffy makes is magical and delicious!" Not unlike Lucky Charms. "I'd never gripe about anything with her."

[unneeded]

"If you say so, then!"

[all7seas]

"I do! I do say!" And if he doesn't enjoy the pies, he will take that information with him to the grave.

[unneeded]

"...Keep a stout heart, my brave friend. It's only dessert."

[all7seas]

"I just want to do right by her, Kennedy. She's..."

He breaks off to take a drink, unwilling to finish that sentence at present. On his mind, though, is tomorrow's mission.

[unneeded]

"Then eat a slice of pumpkin pudding! It's not going to poison you."

[all7seas]

"Presently. I've still got a lot of turkey in my belly, I fear. Cramming it all in at once might be...ill-advised."

This American holiday was curiously...gluttonous.

[unneeded]

"You seem to do a great deal of self-preparation for something you're not even going to do."

[all7seas]

"What---I'm going to do it, man! In fact, I am going to do it right now."

With a swirl of coat tails, Jack turns to do exactly that.

[unneeded]

Archie nabs a bit of turkey and pops it into his mouth, watching and waiting.