songerein | [OPEN] Thanksgiving in Reverein (2022)

Who: Anyone!
Which: Log, OPEN
Where: The Wild Harvest
What: Open mingle log for anyone wanting to attend the Thanksgiving dinner Alastor advertised on the journals the day before
When: Forward-dated to November 23rd between noon and 6PM
Warnings: None

Starting at noon and ending at six PM, The Wild Harvest had a few tables pushed together and covered by white tablecloths. Atop the tables were stacks of plates along with large serving trays full of food that had been promised in the invitation Alastor had put out the day before.

Also as promised, there were two extra tables added to the end, a stack of small slips of paper and a few pens. There was a little sign as well:

Please write your dish's name along with your own on one of the provided slips of paper. This way we can get any empty serving dishes back to their original owners.

Aside from the tables occupied by food, there were plenty of seats for people to sit down to eat at whether they wanted to mingle or to dine alone. A far nicer setup than the plaza the previous year.

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Your enthusiasm is certainly appreciated, but I'm concerned you might not be getting that dish back regardless of who eats it.

[He's pretty sure the..."food"...has pretty much bonded to the dish at this point. They may have to burn it to cleanse the evil.]

[ A demon cleansing evil is a weird thing to think about. ]

Eh, I wasn't attached to that plate. Unlike the gumbo.

[Not every demon is pure evil even in his Hell. There's quite a few sinners who Fell because they screwed themselves over in one particular area or another rather than being an irredeemable monster in life.]

You were attempting to make gumbo? In a casserole dish?

Well, I felt kinda bad about the whole "scaring the horns off you" thing with the dragon... and subsequently nearly driving you to murder a bear... which is, you know, not good in any context... so I thought I'd make a peace offering with the dish I insulted.

[ Cut back to. The dish. ]

... Although I understand it looks more like a declaration of war instead.

[They're antlers, not horns, but now isn't the time for corrections.]

[He holds up his forefinger and thumb just the tiniest width apart.] Little bit.

[He reaches up to adjust his monocle in an awkward attempt to buy himself time to think of what to say.]

Honestly, my dear, I appreciate the gesture, but gumbo really is the worst dish to start with when teaching yourself Creole-Cajun cooking. It's quite complicated even for experienced cooks. The roux that forms the base has to be just right. If it isn't, you have to toss it out and start completely over.

[He turns his head before reaching out to grab a nearly empty dish of what look like puffy dough pillows covered in powdered sugar.]

These might be a bit more your speed as a start. Try one.

[ Tiny gaaasp of glee before grabbing one and shoving into her mouth. She talks as she eats. ]

It's like you grabbed a tiny puff of heaven! If I choked to death on this, I'd die happy! Then I'd come back as a ghost and try to eat more.

Would you believe that all that is is fried pastry dough with powdered sugar?

Dude, I'd eat my own leg if it was fried in pastry dough with powdered sugar. I believe you.

Then perhaps sometime I could show you how to make them for yourself!

[ Pauses mid-chew, glancing at the dish that was Not Meant To Be, then back at him. ]

You're really trusting me after seeing all that?

My dear, I may have lived during a time period when it was customary for the wife to cook dinner for when her husband got home from work, but I'm more than aware of the changing times on that front. For better or for worse.

[Seriously, some days it seems like the ladies screwed themselves over from his perspective.]

However, even back in my day, it wasn't a bad idea for someone to learn to cook and be able to feed themselves. Creator knows it made it easier to get by when the stock market crashed back in '29. I see no reason why you can't learn a few simple things so you're not entirely reliant on establishments like this. [He gestures to the rest of the Wild Harvest.] People come and go through Reverein all the time, so such a fine establishment isn't guaranteed to last.

[ She's just going to empty that whole plate he's holding at this rate. Nomnomnom. ]

Well, the only reason I give half a chimera's booty about cooking and baking is that I wanna be able to treat my boys. Dunno if I mentioned it before, but I'm a mom, and I have a lot of birthday cakes to make up for. My first attempt was... not great. As you can probably imagine.

[Okay, he's going to take the plate away. Everybody is supposed to enjoy them, not just you.]

No, I don't think you've mentioned it. [He tilts his head curiously to one side.] What happened?

[ Heyyy. Give iiit. She tries to reach for the pastries again, while still talking casually. ]

To make a long story short, I tried to make up for ten years of missed birthdays and holidays into three cakes. One kid went into a sugar explosion, and another's stomach barely made it out alive.

I meant why did you miss so many birthdays?

[And, nope, keeping that plate out of reach.]

My dear, you need to leave some for others to enjoy, too.

[ She makes a few more attempts at plate-snatching before giving up. ]

Yeah, we have not bonded enough for you to unlock my tragic backstory. Right now, all you need to know is I wasn't a great mom, but now I'm trying to make up for that.

... And I need energy to do so.

[ so hand over the goods!!! ]

[Alastor shrugs.] Fair enough! For now. Can't say I'm not curious.

[He gives a mischievous grin.]

You could sample your own creation.

Boo, you stink.

[ She sticks her tongue out, then turns around, hands in her pockets. ]

All right, all right, I'll go wait at the table for dinner like a good girl.

It's more buffet style, so you can take as much or as little as you please. However, that doesn't mean I have to enable you stealing all the beignets.

[He smirks down at her. Obviously, there's nothing he can do about it if she decides to take the platter once he's back in the kitchen and they both know it.]

[ Luckily for everyone involved, Della does know how to behave and share. Most of the time. ]

Then it's all the more reason for you to teach me how to make 'em, so I can keep my own batch all to myself.

But of course! Though I'm afraid that has to wait for a later date. Right now I've got my hands a bit full, and I should be heading back to the kitchen. Have a good time, dear!

See you later, Al-ee-gator~!

[ Laughing at her own dumb joke, Della heads to the actual buffet table, already forgetting her original dish. Hope no one actually tries it... ]

[OPEN] Thanksgiving in Reverein (2022)

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