oo9 | action (event | giving thanks | dated 25.Nov.10)

[clairvoyeur]

[You know what one of the things the turkeys are stuffed with happens to be? Homemade stuffing. You know what it happens to smell exactly like?

A Crawford family Thanksgiving Day, over 20 years ago, in Little Town, Middle America.

So ladies of 1248 Williams Road, feel free to feast on the delicious, not-going-to-kill-you stylings of Brad's

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[wondering_eye]

...How boring. But I suppose I shouldn't be complaining.

[After a few moments, she heads up to the study door and knocks.]

I'm assuming you don't want any? Good choice, it might be poisoned.

[clairvoyeur]

[...you know, Satori, of all the things he hates about Mayfield very much, you are on the list of 'well it's not the worst thing ever.' So the PPK remains uncocked and his voice incredibly even as he calls back through the door.]

No, dear, thank you. Go on and eat without me.

[wondering_eye]

Hmm...I'll pass. It is Mayfield, after all. But thanks.

...I hope whatever is bothering you clears up.

[clairvoyeur]

[There's a pause almost like he's not going to respond.

Then.] ...are you too young for brandy?

[cheesewithwine]

[She knocks on the study door.]

Did you make sure this was safe before cooking it, mon cher?

[clairvoyeur]

It appears to be perfectly fine, dear. [The faint click of a gun being cocked; it's a strangely listless sound.] You're free to try it.

[cheesewithwine]

Perhaps I shall try feeding it to our pet crow first... [She notices, but says nothing.]

[clairvoyeur]

[...that gets a fairly amused tone in response.] Not a bad idea.