so pile your boots up in the corner -- hang your jacket from the door

[slaying]

Who: anyone invited to house seven's thanksgivingstravaganza -- as well as anyone walking by who might be curious about all the brouhaha.
What: giving thanks!
When: forward dated to november 24th due to predicted holiday hiatuses!
Where: house seven!
Summary: friends, food, fondness. family. festivities.
Rating: g for goin' up.

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[wise_maiden]

There's a lot of hustle and bustle at this casual party, more people moving around house 7 than Raine would have expected. A very nice gathering, even though part of her can't help but feel somewhat out of place. She will give a small smile and conversation to anyone who approaches, though she may end up doing a lot of observing, unless the hostess is in need of any assistance.

Still, there's a lot to complement on, and she even - unasked, most likely - brought along an assortment of cookies for the occasion. Are they edible? With certain guidance she did keep to a sane matter of recipes at least -- at the most, she only got creative with the cookie cutters, involving various geometric shapes and sizes. They're quite harmless and hopefully somewhat tasty otherwise -- some are ordinary chocolate chip, sugar, and of course the majority being lemon. A carefully planned assortment.

[lists_to_port]

Jack approached Raine after dinner, a cookie in each hand.

"Raine, darling---you never told me you could bake! These are lovely."

[wise_maiden]

Complements on her baking? Those are rare treats indeed, and her expression shows just how touched she is to hear it.

"Really? I'm glad that you liked them." She worked so hard to make sure that they were edible. No one needed to know about all of those failed batches, after all.

[lists_to_port]

"Delicious." Edible? Yes, and to Jack Sparrow, MORE than edible. "How are you enjoying the evening?"

[wise_maiden]

"It's a very lovely evening. It's obvious that so much hard work and care went into the preparations."

Raine might even have been a little envious, of how well it all came together. Putting together a successful dinner party was something she could only vaguely dream about. "And yourself?"

[lists_to_port]

"Also very much. The finest noblemen's tables on the plantations don't come close to measuring up. I'm especially fond of the sweet potatoes."

[wise_maiden]

"I haven't been able to pick a favorite, just yet. There's certainly a lot of variety."

[lists_to_port]

"Oi----what about the cranberry sauce?" That was spoken in a near-whisper, as though Jack was talking about a sacred thing.

[wise_maiden]

She blinks a little at the change in his tone, but chuckles softly. "I had never had it before. It did seem like a treat."

[lists_to_port]

"I think I could eat it every day and never grow tired of it, actually."

[wise_maiden]

"It doesn't seem like it's served with a lot of meals. Is it usually reserved for this particular occasion?"

[lists_to_port]

"I've no idea, actually---but if it were only for once-a-year things, it would be criminal. I'd take it highly personally, that."

[wise_maiden]

"I suppose the ones who prepared it would be the best to ask about it."

[lists_to_port]

"Not sure WHO made it, actually. It might have been Buffy. Oooor MIGHT have been Jilly or Kennedy."

[wise_maiden]

"It doesn't seem like it'll be too difficult to narrow down, anyway."

It was such an odd, light, casual talk. Fitting for the occasion.

[lists_to_port]

"Albert's come too, has he. Bet he rarely does anything fun. Has that look about him."