Happy Thanksgiving!

[tryit]

Who: Kate Bishop and anyone interested.
What: Celebrate Thanksgiving.
When: Thursday, November 29
Where: Kate's apartment (and the kitchen of Floor 6 of the Ground Building)
Summary: Earlier in the week, Kate put out an journal message inviting people to Thanksgiving. This is the result.
Rating: PG/PG-13

It wasn't until cooking experimentation two nights before at Sam and Simon's that Kate began to suspect that cooking a Thanksgiving dinner might be a whole lot harder than she had planned. Apparently, there was a relatively big difference between cooking just one dish for yourself and cooking enough to feed a horde.

At the end of the day, though, Kate finds herself pleased with the end result. The table she dragged into her apartment is set up against the wall to act as a buffet table. People ought to be willing to help themselves to whatever food they want. And there's definitely a decent spread, thanks in part mostly to her friends.



If there's one thing Kate Bishop is thankful for this year? It's having the people she has in her life.


[ooc: open to anyone who might have seen her post!]

Comments

tw: Isaac's sarcastic knock on religion

[relictusdeus]

Then you are most welcome to place it in the oven with a clove of garlic, root vegetables, spices, and knob of butter.

[A one-way portal opens at his feet, taking the form of a magic circle with him standing amid a ring of glowing sigils - but he's not quite finished yet. Clasping his hands together, he slides her a sidelong look.]

And before I forget... let us give thanks to the Almighty God for the flesh of the dead you and your company shall soon be enjoying.

[tryit]

[She notices the portal but it doesn't intimidate her at all. Without hesitating, she turns around and grabs the bloody deer head and tosses it in Isaac's direction. She's pissed enough not to care about the blood that spatters on the floor. Kate recognizes sarcasm when she hears it. And of he's not going to stay here to cook it himself, he can take the damn thing with you.]

Don't be an ass.

[relictusdeus]

[Giggling, he snatches the thing out of the air before it can hit him, blood flecking his face. He finds a grip on the neck of the bag. Feisty girl.]

'twould seem a fine example of one stands before me.

[Flashing a cool smile that doesn't reach his eyes, he slings the dripping bag over one shoulder, his form dissolving. If others won't eat it then at least he knows what he shall be having later in the day.]