Ficlet 12/20: Turkey Pangs
Claim: Buffy & Giles
Theme: Holiday
Word Count: 170
Giles surveyed his small kitchen. Buffy, in her quest for the perfect Thanksgiving, had strewn bowls, ingredients and cook books everywhere. And to make matters worse, she’d slap his hands away whenever he tried to return the place to some kind of order. Despite Angel’s claim that she looked good, Giles was still convinced his Slayer was rather lonely.
“Giles! What are you doing? The gravy has lumps! It’s ruined!”
“Buffy, calm down. I added some flour to thicken the gravy and I will stir it in. Give it a minute and it won’t be lumpy.”
“But lumps! The turkey! I forgot to baste!”
He put a calming hand on his Slayer’s shoulder. “It will be fine, Buffy. I promise.”
“But you’re British! What do you know about making Thanksgiving dinner?”
“Buffy, I assure you, we have turkeys in England.” He closed his eyes and wished for a moment that he could take that last comment back. Until he heard his Slayer giggle.
“I’m sure you do,” she teased.
Theme: Holiday
Word Count: 170
Giles surveyed his small kitchen. Buffy, in her quest for the perfect Thanksgiving, had strewn bowls, ingredients and cook books everywhere. And to make matters worse, she’d slap his hands away whenever he tried to return the place to some kind of order. Despite Angel’s claim that she looked good, Giles was still convinced his Slayer was rather lonely.
“Giles! What are you doing? The gravy has lumps! It’s ruined!”
“Buffy, calm down. I added some flour to thicken the gravy and I will stir it in. Give it a minute and it won’t be lumpy.”
“But lumps! The turkey! I forgot to baste!”
He put a calming hand on his Slayer’s shoulder. “It will be fine, Buffy. I promise.”
“But you’re British! What do you know about making Thanksgiving dinner?”
“Buffy, I assure you, we have turkeys in England.” He closed his eyes and wished for a moment that he could take that last comment back. Until he heard his Slayer giggle.
“I’m sure you do,” she teased.