lucetilogs | so pile your boots up in the corner -- hang your jacket from the door

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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Jilly was never much of one for family. But friends... friends were an entirely different matter. She'd fallen in to helping Buffy prepare for the day with gusto, teetering precariously on step-stools to hang decorations, fighting her own distractions in order to avoid ruining carefully timed recipes, and setting out rather prettily-made-up hor dourves trays for those who arrived early.

Before and after the meal, Jilly never really settled in one spot. She fluttered from person to person, paint-specked and smiling and determined to help make this a wonderful holiday...both for Buffy and for all the guests who had decided to join them for the day.

...Before any other guests arrive, Buffy was folding piles of cloth napkins. Strange -- she didn't miss the paper ones of home. She felt these fabrics had a sort of useful luxury to them. Not to mention less wasteful.

She glanced over at her housemate. "...I guess now's the time for deep breaths and mental preparedness, huh?"

Jilly had her own stack of fabric squares. She paused from folding to smile at the Slayer. "You say that like you have anything to worry about. It'll be a great day."

"I'll keep my fingers crossed. The last Thanksgiving I was in charge of? We got attacked by a restless spirit. It could turn into a bear. It was a whole...thing. Not that I think that'll go down here but -- hah, I'm gonna prepare for the worst."

She tucked one corner against another corner. Crisp, precise movements.

"I can run to the store and get honey? It could be a peace offering."

so pile your boots up in the corner -- hang your jacket from the door

/sneaks in

i was hoping you'd tag in generally so i'd have a chance of pouncing. ;D

Saving it for last meant I couldn't get lazy and skip theads. lmao

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