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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[ironizing.livejournal.com]

He looks up--oh, right, he remembers this girl. From the Furniture Shop. And...give him a second. Something with a J. He'll come up with it.

"Well--it looked delicious, that's what it did. I can't really blame the pie, though. It's the fault of whoever made it."

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

"If that's the look a delicious pie gets, I'm not sure I want to see the glare when it fails the taste-test."

[ironizing.livejournal.com]

"Well, to be honest, it'd probably be less of a glare and more of a...'I could not be more disappointed in you, go back to the gutter and think about what you did' type-of-look." He sticks in his fork to take a bite. "I take pie very seriously."

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

She grinned. "Well, make sure to tell Buffy that. I think she was worried about her pies not living up to expectations."

[ironizing.livejournal.com]

Oh, well this is news. "Buffy? They're her pies? Huh. I didn't realize she had a domestic side."

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

She gave him an amused look. "I've been informed that it's purely for distraction purposes."

[ironizing.livejournal.com]

"Why am I not surprised," he replies dryly, because that answer makes total sense for Buffy. Of course.

"And yourself? Is any of this smorgasbord to your credit?"

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

"I mashed the potatoes," she admits with a smile. "So if they're lumpy, be kind."

[ironizing.livejournal.com]

"What? Lumpiness just gives them character. Besides, I'm a much less harsh critic of potatoes than pie. So, you're probably safe."

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

She laughed. "I'll hold you to that."