Miranda looked around the room. "I didn't think they had Thanksgiving across the Atlantic." She didn't have many Thanksgiving memories herself, but hey, she was hungry. She took a seat.
"They don't," I answer. "But I thought it'd be kind of fun. It's been a while since the last party." I glance at the buffet table. "Careful with the food, kiddo. I think it's probably enchanted. The house elves were looking smug about something earlier." I don't have any intention of warning anybody else, but this is Miranda, so that's different.
"Yeah." Kind of a stupid thing to say, huh? And I almost thought of her as 'Mom.'
"It's never a good sign when the house-elves are looking smug" she agreed. "So you'd just be here to watch people eat?" Which could be entertaining, yeah.
"I guess so," I say with a laugh. "They're not going to die. A little trauma will do them good." I glance around at all the kids. "I guess if the magic doesn't wear off, I'll round them up and... I don't know... make someone read them a bedtime story."
Amaranth picked at some of the Waldorf salad, never having eaten anything that contained both apples and mayonaise before.
She noticed Soichiro's puzzled expression and caught his comment. She meant to say something reassuring, but what came out was, "Ohway amnday. Oesday isthay eanmay ethay oodfay isway enchantedway?" She shook her head, listening to the words and shrugged ruefully, causing her breasts to bounce. "Iway uessgay atthay answersway ymay estionquay."
"You' Especially also what you re-speak?" Soichiro asked, turning to speak to whomever had spoken with him. It was his rotten luck that Amaranth's breasts happened to be right in his line of sight.
Amaranth frowned. "Iway on'tday antway ootaay," she said petulantly. "Ou-yay an't-cay ake-may e-may." Not being able to speak coherently had made her uncharacteristically petulant.
Ryuk was in his usual position: hovering in midair, eating an apple. He dropped his apple in the green Jello. Shrugging, Ryuk picked his apple, brushed off the worst of the Jello (but not all of it) and chomped down on the apple.
"GAH!" Ryuk said as he fell and landed on a table. He got on his knees, shaking his head. He happened to open his eyes at the right time to see very human-like hands in front of him. Ryuk looked down; yep, he turned into a human again. (And this time the right gender. And this time not a sparklepire.)
"I have got to stop dropping my apples into random food." Then Ryuk shot up. "MY APPLE!"
"What in the hell is this?" Turlough poked at one of the Jellos, getting some on his finger. He licked it off.
"Blech." Turlough said, though he did notice he was in a higher pitched voice again. He looked down to see a sad but familiar sight: he was in that catgirl body (and maid outfit) again.
Albel raised an eyebrow, tapping a hand on his metallic arm. Something that would probably have surprised Turlough even if he'd known the Glyphian was spreading behind him - a pair of scaly, draconic wings. "What are you doing, maggot?"
Turlough did let a moment of surprise cross his her face before going back to her perpetual scowl. "I'm being turned into a catgirl. Again. This food's hexed, by the way."
Albel examined the jello salads suspiciously. He'd never seen anything like them before, and he wasn't sure he liked the idea.
On the other hand, evidently it was food, unless they'd given over this entire section of the table to bizarre, wobbly decorations. "What sort of fool makes food like this?" Still, he scooped out a portion of the one with vegetables in it, on the assumption that those can't kill him, which he isn't entirely sure was true of the one with the little round things.
((OOC: On a complete side note, I was always under the impression that jello salads were a Southern thing, but still.))
Kurama almost flinched at the comment. When one is several thousand years old and towers in both height and power level over most of the populace, being called maggot does not bring along a feeling of the warm fuzzies.
She smiled sweetly, calling up every ounce of charm available to her (and if she could be charming as a man, she could probably be devastatingly so as a female) and gestured to a different platter, one that smelled like really bad magic, now that she paid attention to it, and probably had the worst side effect. "That one tastes much better. The vegetable stuff has been out for far too long; it might make you ill."
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"It's never a good sign when the house-elves are looking smug" she agreed. "So you'd just be here to watch people eat?" Which could be entertaining, yeah.
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Poking at the jello with marshmallows, he took a little bite with his dinner and tried it.
"Taste does this strangely," Soichiro said. "[haatsu]?" he said in surprise. "Do I speak why strangely?"
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She noticed Soichiro's puzzled expression and caught his comment. She meant to say something reassuring, but what came out was, "Ohway amnday. Oesday isthay eanmay ethay oodfay isway enchantedway?" She shook her head, listening to the words and shrugged ruefully, causing her breasts to bounce. "Iway uessgay atthay answersway ymay estionquay."
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"Gah! Cover you yourself!"
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"GAH!" Ryuk said as he fell and landed on a table. He got on his knees, shaking his head. He happened to open his eyes at the right time to see very human-like hands in front of him. Ryuk looked down; yep, he turned into a human again. (And this time the right gender. And this time not a sparklepire.)
"I have got to stop dropping my apples into random food." Then Ryuk shot up. "MY APPLE!"
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"Blech." Turlough said, though he did notice he was in a higher pitched voice again. He looked down to see a sad but familiar sight: he was in that catgirl body (and maid outfit) again.
"You know, I can't even blame Lezard this time."
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On the other hand, evidently it was food, unless they'd given over this entire section of the table to bizarre, wobbly decorations. "What sort of fool makes food like this?" Still, he scooped out a portion of the one with vegetables in it, on the assumption that those can't kill him, which he isn't entirely sure was true of the one with the little round things.
((OOC: On a complete side note, I was always under the impression that jello salads were a Southern thing, but still.))
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She smiled sweetly, calling up every ounce of charm available to her (and if she could be charming as a man, she could probably be devastatingly so as a female) and gestured to a different platter, one that smelled like really bad magic, now that she paid attention to it, and probably had the worst side effect. "That one tastes much better. The vegetable stuff has been out for far too long; it might make you ill."
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