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[abjurer]

Who: Anyone and everyone
What: Guy Fawkes/Bonfire Night celebration
When: The evening of November 5th, of course
Where: Out in a conveniently clear patch of land outside the village where nothing will set on fire.
Summary: November 5th is Bonfire Night for all of those of British origin and for anyone else, well, fireworks and a bonfire and good food can't exactly hurt right?
Rating: PG



It had taken a fair amount of work to get this set up, but by the time people arrive, there's a large bonfire roaring in a cleared out area and a table of food and drink set out for anyone feeling a bit peckish. He has gone all out; pork pies and mushy peas,
parkin, bonfire toffee, all of these are set out along with whatever else he thought people might enjoy. There are also drinks of all kinds, from juice to mulled wine and beer.

Of course, the main event is the fireworks, which are let off once everyone has arrived and settled down to watch them.

Comments

But they like you! :D

[luckynumberthree]

"Yup," Simon answered, tugging out a graham cracker and a half a bar of chocolate. "Alright, so here's how you make a s'more. It's like a sandwich. Put your marshmallow here between the chocolate and the crackers go on the outside. There you go," he added, walking her through it. "Tug the stick out and ta-da! You have a s'more."

He presented it to her with a flourish and a grin. "Try it out. What do you think?"

they like me in their stupid zombie faces

[scootch]

She watches, oddly fascinated, and when he offers it out to her, she accepts it with a smile. It's the tastiest looking sandwich she's ever seen, but she might be biased because of her newly-discovered love of chocolate things. It's warm and sticky and the melted chocolate is getting all over her fingers, so rather than let it all dribble out, she goes ahead and takes a big bite. Pauses. Chews thoughtfully.

Her eyes are enormous, and she has chocolate on her teeth when she grins. "Oh my god...!"

well yes. they ARE zombies. I'm sure you look very tasty.

[luckynumberthree]

Simon just starts laughing at her expression as he puts his own sandwich together.

"Told you."

g r o s s

[scootch]

"I promise I'll never doubt you again."

She might not keep that promise later, but she's sincere enough at the moment as she takes another bite. God. God. And she thought chocolate was amazing in solid form. When it's all warm and gooey and melted into the marshmallow- hrngh. She's never made noises like this before, especially not over food.