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.]

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Re: Dinner!

[flashesforinfo.livejournal.com]

Angela grinned, shaking her head. "What would make you think you had, anyway?"

Re: Dinner!

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes boys just think they do," he answered.

Re: Dinner!

[flashesforinfo.livejournal.com]

She gave a little chuckle. Seemed difficult to believe with Hannibal sometimes. "Consider this your reassurance, then," Angela said.

Re: Dinner!

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"I appreciate it," he said. "But I did mean what I said earlier before you got all speechless."

Re: Dinner!

[flashesforinfo.livejournal.com]

Angela resisted the temptation to claim otherwise on the speechless point, and just grinned broadly at him.

"And I do love to hear it," she said, leaning back comfortably in her chair.

Re: Dinner!

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"We should, though," he said, deciding just to say it again. "Do it some more."

Re: Dinner!

[flashesforinfo.livejournal.com]

Angela smiled at him. "You won't hear any complaints from me," she replied just that tiny bit lower.