One Little Turkey Better Run Away

[littlest_lord]

Who: Phancyhive and those who were invited to attend!
When: Backdated to October 10th.
Where: Phancyhive Manor
Summary: It's Thanksgiving and Ciel is determined to have a proper, Thanksgiving feast. Mostly because of pies.
Warnings: Uh...the usual that comes with this group of weirdos. 

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DINNER TIME

[littlest_lord]

[It was time for dinner. With so much delicious, exquisite food and dessert, there's certainly no way that anyone will be leaving the manor hungry.

Ciel's eyes are on the pies though. Better grab a slice before they're all gone.]

[dontdrinkthe]

[The mansion reminds him of the government buildings, in some ways. The extravagant size, the bent to impress and to intimidate. In some ways, the house is friendlier than some of those long white halls, the closed off rooms without windows. In other ways, it is much more intimidating. Artie is rather aware he is painfully under-dressed, and even more than that... He isn't used to large groups of people, to parties. Who invited the mute child to a party? Who made small talk with a god?

He doesn't really know what to do with himself, but rather than allow his nerves and anxiety to show... he retreats into impassivity. Silent and disinterested. He eats, but not much, when there is food in front of him. It's something to do, at least.]

[littlest_lord]

[It's his duty to greet everyone he's invited of course, which also includes Artemis. Thus, he says comes to say hi after he's had his fill of pie.]

I see you managed to arrive. How are you fairing, Artemis?

[dontdrinkthe]

[Oh, it's the boss. Artie looks up at him dolefully.]

I'm doing well, thank you. It's... a nice party.

[That was polite, right?]

[littlest_lord]

I'm glad you're enjoying yourself then.

You should try Gilbert's pie. It's amazing.

[dontdrinkthe]

[He nods. He's not going to refuse, although he might wonder,]

How did you and Mr. Gilbert meet?

[littlest_lord]

Ah, he rescued me when I arrived here. I was in a rather...precarious situation. If it wasn't for him bringing me food from time to time, I could have easily starved here in this city.

[dontdrinkthe]

[Subtly amused,]

With pie, then.

[revealedfangs]

[Tove's just gonna sneak some pumpkin pie away right now....]

[quadrifoliate]

Hey~

[ A pair of warm hands reach to lift Tove up, with a grunt of effort, and plop him onto a warm lap. Clover looks at him, curiously. ]

What's a badger doing here?

[revealedfangs]

[Tove snorts in surprise at unfamiliar hands picking him up.]

Grr! Grrrr!

[He bares his fangs at Clover and narrows his dark eyes. Who the heck are you and why is he in your lap?! >:c]

[quadrifoliate]

Whoa, easy there! [ Clover doesn't seem all that deterred by the growling, though she moves her hands a safe distance away. ]

I haven't seen you around her before. [ She's musing out loud, talking mostly to herself-- really, who in their right mind would expect a badger to answer. ] So you must belong to one of the guests. I guess you must be pretty hungry, huh?

[revealedfangs]

[Tove seems to calm down at the mention of food. He doesn't speak yet; instead he points on over to where there is more pie. Yum!]

[quadrifoliate]

[ Clover follows Tove's gaze over and laughs. ] That thing's bigger than you are! And since when do badgers eat pie, anyway...?

[ Even if she says that, though, she's already picking him up and moving over to the pies in question. ]

[revealedfangs]

But I like pie!

[Tove grunts happily, squirming and reaching for the pie. Yep. :3]

[quadrifoliate]

[ And Clover drops him. ]

You can talk?!