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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[wise_maiden]

"It's a very lovely evening. It's obvious that so much hard work and care went into the preparations."

Raine might even have been a little envious, of how well it all came together. Putting together a successful dinner party was something she could only vaguely dream about. "And yourself?"

[all7seas]

"Also very much. The finest noblemen's tables on the plantations don't come close to measuring up. I'm especially fond of the sweet potatoes."

[wise_maiden]

"I haven't been able to pick a favorite, just yet. There's certainly a lot of variety."

[all7seas]

"Oi----what about the cranberry sauce?" That was spoken in a near-whisper, as though Jack was talking about a sacred thing.

[wise_maiden]

She blinks a little at the change in his tone, but chuckles softly. "I had never had it before. It did seem like a treat."

[all7seas]

"I think I could eat it every day and never grow tired of it, actually."

[wise_maiden]

"It doesn't seem like it's served with a lot of meals. Is it usually reserved for this particular occasion?"

[all7seas]

"I've no idea, actually---but if it were only for once-a-year things, it would be criminal. I'd take it highly personally, that."

[wise_maiden]

"I suppose the ones who prepared it would be the best to ask about it."

[all7seas]

"Not sure WHO made it, actually. It might have been Buffy. Oooor MIGHT have been Jilly or Kennedy."

[wise_maiden]

"It doesn't seem like it'll be too difficult to narrow down, anyway."

It was such an odd, light, casual talk. Fitting for the occasion.

[all7seas]

"Albert's come too, has he. Bet he rarely does anything fun. Has that look about him."

[wise_maiden]

"Yes, we came together. It's a change of pace from our quiet dinners." She shakes her head a little at his commentary.

[all7seas]

"Does he speak at all at your quiet dinners?" This is simple curiosity, now.

[wise_maiden]

"Hm? I didn't mean quiet that literally. We do tend to have conversations then."

[all7seas]

"That's rather a relief. He seems like the stiff, silent type. I mean that in the best way possible of course, mistress."

[wise_maiden]

"I suppose I'm not quite certain of the way you do mean it. He's just very private, that's all. When he has interest in something, he'll make it known."

[all7seas]

"Maps. Charts. Strategies. Weaponry."

[wise_maiden]

"Teas, wine, gardening."

[all7seas]

"Gardening? He gardens?"

[wise_maiden]

"You've seen the house on good weather days, Jack. Most of the flowers outside of it are under his care."

[all7seas]

"Those high-toned flowers are under HIS care?" Jack had once stolen a fern from that garden. He'd always assumed they were Raine's plants. "Wondrous! And wine, does he make that as well?"

[wise_maiden]

She can't help but smile a bit more at his surprise; there's some sense of fondness and warmth in her tone. "He doesn't make the wine; just has an appreciation for it. But yes, he's been cultivating those flowers for years now."

[all7seas]

"I see." Jack took a sip of rum. "I never knew Albert had quite so many...angles. Does he ever present you with a beautiful bouquet?"

[wise_maiden]

"Well, it is hardly as if you two know each other that well." Probably mostly of each other, and not very much at that, from her perspective. "And no, he hasn't."