Thanksgiving dinner, Cafeteria, Thursday early evening

[gobrookeyourself]

Anyone who arrived in the cafeteria for Thanksgiving dinner would find the tables arranged in the best way possible to allow as many people to speak to each other as possible, and also covered in rust-colored tablecloths. And turkey confetti. In fact, the whole place was decked out in autumny orange and gold and reddish brown hues, including the centerpieces. Very warm and inviting and pretty, and thanks to the kitchen, it smelled great. All in all, the place looked very nice, and the food would actually be edible when it was time to eat.

And the Fandom High cheerleaders wanted everyone to have a wonderful Thanksgiving. *mods, mwahaha*


[Open to everyone on island! ...once the OCD goes up.]

Comments

Re: Dinner!

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"No, silly," she giggled. "It'd be better if you did, though. It was made by someone who ain't never made an apple pie before! So it might be bad. But I don't think it is 'cause that person followed the recipe perfect."

Re: Dinner!

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Was it...Digby?" Ned asked. "Digby hasn't ever made a pie."

Re: Dinner!

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"No but that'd be so shiny if a dog could make a pie," she said, wide-eyed.

Re: Dinner!

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Was it Dick?" he guessed. "I don't know if Dick's ever made a pie."

Re: Dinner!

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"I think Dick's traumatized-like, still, even if this ain't a cherry pie," she made up.

Re: Dinner!

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

He pretended to think, even tapping his fork against his chin.

"Sure it wasn't me?"

Re: Dinner!

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"Pretty sure," she said, nodding solemnly.

Re: Dinner!

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Was it...you?" he asked, leaning a little closer.

Re: Dinner!

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

Kaylee beamed with pride. "Finally!" she said, tapping his nose.

Re: Dinner!

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"It didn't take me that long," he said, smiling at her.

Re: Dinner!

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"You gotta try it an' tell me as a pie expert if it's okay," she said, just a wee bit insecurely.

Re: Dinner!

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"I will," he promised. "It's going to be my dessert. I've already got my eye on it."

Re: Dinner!

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"Okay, good. I ain't never done this holiday before!" she told him excitedly.

Re: Dinner!

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"I haven't in a long while," he said, unable not to smile at her.

Re: Dinner!

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"They didn't celebrate at your old school?" she asked, looking a little sad.

Re: Dinner!

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Well, if they did, I kinda didn't celebrate it with them," he explained.

Re: Dinner!

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

She kissed his temple. "Well, you're celebratin' it now, an' it's my first, so you gotta make sure I don't miss nothin' I should try."

Re: Dinner!

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"You should try everything," he said. "Especially the turkey, though. And mashed potatoes."

Re: Dinner!

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"What are those orange things?" she asked, pointing to some sweet potatoes.

Re: Dinner!

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Sweet potatoes," he said with a nod. "They're good. You'll like them. Take some."

Re: Dinner!

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"Potatoes can be sweet?" she wondered. "Why're they orange?"

Re: Dinner!

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"It's a different type of potato," he explained. "Not the kind you're used to."

Re: Dinner!

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"Then why're they called that?" she giggled.

Re: Dinner!

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Because you can have similar things with different names," he said. "Like shoes."

Re: Dinner!

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"...they're like shoes?" Kaylee wondered.