Thanksgiving with the Kents [open-ish RP]

[fever_crusade]

ooc: backdated to earlier today - mainly for hero_farmboy, peacefulspring, and ms_lois_lane10 but as always, anyone is welcome to stop by at any time and for any reason!Martha Kent was looking forward to Thanksgiving for two reasons: family and food. She was dreading Thanksgiving for the same amount of reasons: cooking and cleaning. But all of that would be worth it, she assured herself

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[ms_lois_lane10]

"Damn, so I'm two hours early? How am I supposed to put up with you that long?" Lois teases, as soon as she walks in, alone. She did like her Always Late crown, but she likes her 'Always Surprising' one better, so it was about time for a switch.

Her gift to the hostess, this year, is a turkey made completely out of candy that she found at a cute novelty store.

[fever_crusade]

Martha could not possibly be more stunned by Lois' presence so early, but this astonishment in turn is directed at this bizarre little turkey rather than at her guest.

"Lois!" She exclaims, wiping her hands on her apron and approaching. "...What is that?"

[ms_lois_lane10]

"Um, chocolate, candy corn, a gummy worm, a cookie and a cup cake." She glances at it, and nods, "Made into a turkey. Don't worry, not by me."

[fever_crusade]

"Oh, thank heavens." She takes the turkey and sets it on the table, then returns to give Lois a hug. "Thank you for coming."

Jonathan glances up from his potato peeling. "Yeah, thanks. Does this mean I can go back to the game now?"

Martha rolls her eyes, shaking her head. "Only if Lois feels confident enough wielding a knife."

[ms_lois_lane10]

"I think I can manage potatoes," she chuckles, hugging Martha back.

[fever_crusade]

With that, Jonathan drops the knife and darts back into the living room, just in time to witness a touch down.

Martha can't help but smile as she shakes her head, gesturing for Lois to take over for him. "Be my guest."

She opens the cabinet, fishing for more pie ingredients. "So what's the word on the General?"

[ms_lois_lane10]

"The word is top secret," she steps forward, lifting potato and knife and starting to peel.

[fever_crusade]

"Oh. Of course. Well, I guess we'll just set a place for him and see what happens," Martha replies. "And what of your secret lover?"

[ms_lois_lane10]

"Couldn't get a hold of him. He's probably with his family," she shrugged.

[fever_crusade]

Martha glances back at Lois, a hint of concern in her eyes. "I'm sorry. I really was looking forward to meeting him. And I..." She freezes suddenly, then covers her mouth with her hand before darting out of the room.

A few minutes later, she returns, breathing evenly, a hand on her stomach. "Sorry. This thing is just unstoppable, like some kind of a rebel force."

[ms_lois_lane10]

"You're apologizing to me because you went to the bathroom to get sick?" She shook her head, amused.

[fever_crusade]

Martha smiles a bit sheepishly and looks down. "Well. You know. Interrupting the conversation, the cooking process, putting the unpleasant image of vomit in your head. All worthy of apology, I think."

[ms_lois_lane10]

"Nope. If anyone should apologize, it's the bun currently residing in your oven."

[fever_crusade]

"Tell that to her." Even as she says it, her eyes widen and there's a sharp intake of breath. "...or him. It."

[ms_lois_lane10]

"You want a girl, or do you just think that's what you're getting?"

[fever_crusade]

She hesitates for a moment, and then: "I am determined to have a girl."