75 Godiva Street, Thanksgiving Day, Thursday Afternoon

[geniuswithasmartphone]

It was Thanksgiving! The house smelled amazing too, like roasting turkey and sage and simmering apple cider and baking pies. Eliot had outdone himself in the kitchen this year, whipping up the creamiest mashed potatoes, the fluffiest stuffing, and even the crispiest egg rolls Hardison had ever seen. His own contribution was a platter of the croissant-variety Hot Pockets in various flavors.

Look, his TA had requested them and he was gonna provide, dammit.

Now they were finishing up the last few dishes, setting the table, and preparing for a delicious Thanksgiving meal. Not every member of their assorted families could be here today, but every person who was here was family in their own way. For Hardison, found family was infinitely more precious than people just related by blood. Each person had chosen to be here, to be part of this, and--

Shut up, he wasn't getting all misty-eyed. It was the dust. It got all up in his allergies.

[Up super-early I know, but holiday-related SP expected in a big way and also timezones! Sorry to anyone confused, but this post is definitely set for Thursday, Thanksgiving.]

Comments

Re: Arrive and Mingle

[whoisalicewhite]

"Is this about the presentation, or are we waiting to meld ingredients again?"

'Cause if this was about presentation, Parker was hungry enough to skip it.

"So really, the whalloping is worse, is what I'm getting here."

Re: Arrive and Mingle

[vdistinctive]

"It's about not bein' rude," Eliot said. "And not challengin' the authority of the cook."

Re: Arrive and Mingle

[whoisalicewhite]

"I'm not being rude, I'm enthusiastic," Parker said, looking hopeful. "And how is me wanting to eat food a challenge to your authority?... unless that means I have to cook, in which case, you are super-unchallenged."