paradisalost | ...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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"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..."

Wes smiles, pleased that Fred likes his selection, then he chuckles and shakes his head at Elektra. "I think I know better than to try that. Although...I do seem to have a vague recollection that tequila went down fairly easily in the past."

...it's Thanksgiving

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