Who: Sebastian and Ciel
When: Thursday, November 24th.
Where: House of Phantomhive.
Format: Action?
What: Food baskets arrive! Sebastian remembers what the wine did last year. But he hasn't mentioned that to Ciel...
Warnings: Underage drunkenness, I guess. Although I don't think that was strictly prohibited in Victorian times! Er.
[Thanksgiving. A chiefly American holiday. Sebastian remembers last year's well, however, when the mysterious food basket arrived on his doorstep at the newcomer apartments. He'd barely been in Anatole a week then, and hadn't quite caught on to the way the city worked yet. That weekend a drunken evening had been spent with Joker, of all people, and Sebastian had wondered, not for the first time, why humans did some of the things they did to themselves.
So he's not surprised when the food baskets appear again this Thanksgiving. He leaves the ones intended for the tenants untouched, but he does take the two specified for himself and his master. Having never eaten the contents last year, he's not very interested in them... well, except the wine. He finds that extremely potent wine supremely intriguing.
Upon checking this time, however, the wine bottles do not have an Anatolian label. He's surprised to find one bottle in each basket of a fine vintage he worked rather hard to get stocked in the wine cellar back at the manor in their own world. Perhaps they aren't enchanted at all this year.
Well. There was one way to find out.
He strides down the hall to Ciel's suite and knocks lightly on the door.]
Young master? It seems... there has been a delivery for you.