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...it's Thanksgiving

Who:Fred, Harmony and anyone else that decides to come by.
What: Thanksgiving in the Tower
When:All Day Thanksgiving
Where:The Tower
Rating:PG 13

((OOC : This log is open to anyone and everyone that wants to stop by. I will be setting up some initial section, but feel free to add any others as needed. There's lots of places in the tower for people to break away))

Sometime just after two in the morning, a thought pulled Fred into wakefulness. It was Thanksgiving. Somehow in all the activity that came after the expedition, she'd almost let it slip away from her again.

It wasn't like they hadn't tried before, on more than one occasion. They would go out to the store, buy there ingredients and debate over just what they were getting themselves into. But somehow whenever it game down to the actual cooking of things, and getting themselves into the hotel's industrial kitchen? Something always happened. A demon attack or -- it might've been a run of the mill rogue vampire. And Wolfram & Hart?

Was Wolfram & Hart. They'd worked.

For days now she hadn't been able to shake the images of those bodies, clustered together in the auditorium. The natural comparisons to themselves. But suddenly in that moment? She didn't want anything of it.

Had't she said on more than one occasion that nothing was inevitable? Well there inability to have Thanksgiving was going to be made evitable. It just was.

Decision made, Fred scrabled from her bed and went to recruit some help.

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Oliver had come with. It honestly just took Elektra actually asking for him to be okay with going, but he still had given her a gentle amount of teasing. He also made a trade that he'd go to this if she'd come to the one at Lana's. Things were still slightly... odd with their friendship, and he wanted to at least have someone he could talk to. Especially if Damon was going to be on the guest list.

His hand brushes to Elektra's back, just a gentle reminder before he spoke. "I think I'm going to go find Cordelia. I'm never someone you want in the kitchen." Which is a lie, but really he's more of an 'apology dinner' type of cook. Not that he knows that, but he believes he's mostly a 'breakfast foods' type of cook right now.

Elektra glances back at him. No one is giving her a break today it seems. She will wonder later how other people managed. For now she nods in response or at least at first.

"We'll call you if we need pancakes."

He smirks, shaking his head for a moment, but nodding, "I'll keep an ear out for that emergency breakfast call, Elektra."

With that, he leaves the girls to discuss food or whatever it was that Elektra talks about with other girls. Honestly, he was curious enough that he wanted to stay, but he figures they need a bit of privacy.

This? Is Fred just putting a few dishes away left over from their preparations. She's even almost managing to hide her smile...

Elektra turns her head to Fred the second he's gone. "Don't start. I've already had him making fun of me all morning." She's crossing over with Fred to help out.

Wes pauses at the doorway of the kitchen, having come to check up on Fred again. He gives Elektra a friendly smile and nod in greeting. "Would either of you ladies like something to drink?"

Fred only looks mildly chastised, but for now she doesn't push the subject further. For all that she might tease her friend in private, there is still a line. Wesley's question, however, sends a curious glance in Elektra's direction.

"Do you drink?"

Elektra smiles briefly at him. "I'll have water. Thank you." Elektra turns her head in Fred's direction. "Not really. That night was an exception." She likes being in control too much. As she discovered that night using Kimagure while drunk is a little too challenging.

"One water coming right up, and..." He waits expectantly for Fred's order.

"Tequila is always the exception." There. That smile she's been suppressing returns. There'd been more than one adventure that night.

"And you brought the wine, Wesley. I'm think it's probably best letting you decide."

With most people she might have asserted a choice out of their need to chose for her.

Elektra smiles slightly in return. "Well I hope you don't mind me opting out of trying your wine selections, Wesley. Fred will just have to enjoy whatever you pick for the both of us."

"Not at all. It wasn't...well, the wine was my contribution since I still can't be trusted with bringing a prepared food dish." He gives Fred a teasing glance and then heads out to fetch their drinks.

"Hey," Fred moves to lean across the counter, crossing one arm over the other. Her gaze flickers towards Elektra. "I'm not the one that said you couldn't be trusted to slice vegetables."

Elektra laughs. This was completely absurd to argue about but, she got into the spirit of it anyways. "I said we could trust him to chop things. We just shouldn't let him boil anything."

"Hmm, so you've been discussing my lack of prowess in the kitchen. I dare hope I acquitted myself a little better in other areas of discussion?" He holds up a forestalling hand. "No, don't answer that. My ego may be too fragile to hear the truth. I shall return with a glass of water and wine of my choosing."

"Not even water?"

It's not entirely clear if Fred is teasing Elektra or Wesley. Since they're just waiting for the turkey to set, Fred pushes up off the floor to claim a seat on the counter. She doesn't give a lot of consideration to how it might seem. She's spent to many hours in the kitchen this way, talking to one or the other of her folks as they navigated around her.

She keeps her eyes on the door, waiting for Wesley to return. That look?

Is possibly calling him a coward.

Elektra glances at Fred. "So should we be gossiping about him while he's out?" She bites down on her lip in amusement before crossing her arms around her chest.

"It must be fun to pick on the rest of us." It's clear from her tone she means that in a good way.

Fred looks at the door again, something warmer in her gaze before giving her attention fully back at Elektra.

"Fine then," she concedes with a smile. "Have at it. I'll even sit still and make myself an easy target."

"Now you see that isn't fair. I can't come up with a good thing to tease you about on the spot."

She is quiet for a moment as if that's the end of it before speaking up again suddenly. "I have to ask though as your friend why you chose cooking all night for Thanksgiving over spending time with him. I know he couldn't have helped you. There's no burn marks around the kitchen."

Fred blinks then, but her smile lingers as the tips of her fingers curl loosely over the edge of the counter.

"Now see there, I think you found a perfectly good thing to tease about after all. It must be all that training."

Teasing or no, it's a fair enough question. And considering just how much she's been pushing the subject of Oliver lately? Fred supposes she did her part to open that door.

"I'm assuming by he, you mean Wesley. Because that sounded like a very serious pronoun. And we don't do that, at least not yet. Sleep over. Not unless there's been a disaster of some sort or other. Or a loss. You're the one that told me not to push, remember?"

Fred glances briefly at the door Wesley exited through.

"Besides, I don't think he's protesting all the food too much."

"I did," Elektra concedes with a smile. "I had to come up with something quick. I wouldn't be much of a teacher if I didn't at least try to rise the challenge." She pauses a moment to digest the rest of what Fred was saying. It's nice to hear she took the advance. Elektra had not given it lightly given what her brief experience with real love meant to her.

"I think it worked out better this way anyways. We're all here and things seem to be okay."

"It's been a bit hectic lately, between my decision to take a nap and Wesley being attacked. Not to mention the expedition. But then, really, considering what we did before I'm not exactly sure why we'd expect anything different."

A smile slickers.

"I'm thinking ok is ...ok"

Wes re-emerges with drinks in hand. "Here you go, ladies." Fred's wine is a dark rich red hue, and when she samples it, it will taste full-bodied and oak-y but with spice and berry notes. He waits to see what she thinks, just in case he needs to get her something else instead.

Fred likes wine, especially for the puzzles that they present to her tongue. Sorting out all the pieces and layers, figuring out where it came from. Wine can be just as inclined to ramble on as she way, skipping along several points and places. Or it can be succinct and direct.

This one settles itself somewhere in the middle.

She savors a second sip.

"I think that's just about perfect."

Elektra sips her water with a small smile on her face. She wonders idly if she should be giving them a moment alone but, doesn't make a move to leave just yet. "If you're trying to get me to change my mind about the wine..."

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