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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[quip]

"Well, sometimes you need to live a little. Mix things up," she said a bit slowly. Cordelia hadn't really come across anyone like him, keeping to tradition and rules. Her life had always been about breaking them, it seemed.

"You're way too polite to be from my time," she smiled. "Is eating all over the place - having multiple serves of food - annoying you right now?"

[abidinglaw.livejournal.com]

"You speak truly when you state that I am out of sorts, here. Even those few who share my predilections pursue their habits in an obtuse manner quite unlike my own. I have decided, therefore, that there is nothing for it. If living here requires that I concede to some small increment of barbarism, then so be it."

It beat the alternative at any rate. He allows his lips to curl up slightly at the edges, but he does not smile in full. In truth, he expects that by now he is speaking largely to himself. He even hopes so. He had elevated his speech specifically so that this girl would have trouble in understanding the nuances of what he was saying.