Alfred parked his bike outside of the ostentatious mansion, climbing off and hiding it near the front door before brushing himself off, fixing his dress shirt nervously, glancing at his watch and letting out a content sigh. “On time,” he said, knocking once on the door before opening it and beaming.
“Liz!” He called, wiping off his shoes, pulling his backpack off, walking into the kitchen and blinking a little at the pure shininess of it. He spotted her, looking proud of her work, and walked over, giving her a quick one-armed hug. “Happy Thanksgiving.” Puling back, he hefted his backpack onto the one of the counters, rummaging through it. “So I have your hat, turkey baster annnnnnd my granny’s favourite apple pie recipe!” he pulled out the items in order, taking the hat and holding it out, “I hope you like it, I dunno if you’re a hat girl or not…”
Elizaveta was about to turn and answer the door when she heard it open and instantly, she felt like the house lit up. Alfred did have that presence of a cheerer-upper, she supposed. She smiled as he walked in, returning the one-armed hug with a little laugh.
"Happy Thanksgiving to you as well, Alfred. How was Canada?" Blinking as he reached into his sack, she burst into a grin. "Seriously? Oh, Alfred, it's so pretty! Thank you, dear, that's really quite kind of you."
Putting the hat on her head, she inspected herself in the reflection of the metal fridge. "I like it," she declared as she grinned, hugging Alfred with two arms this time. "You're a peach, you really are."
Alfred picked her up, spinning slightly. "It was amazing," he said, putting her on the counter, beaming, "We cooked and cooked and cooked, and there was a wedding for my cousin and we milked the cows and I helped Nana knit stuff and my other cousin took me shopping then we ate some more and then we made maple syrup." he rubbed the back of his neck, "I didn't find Mattie, but it's been a while since I saw the Williams'. It was really nice."
He glanced around the kitchen, hunting for the food he knew Elizaveta must've packed. Sniffing like a bloodhound and moving to the fridge, he grinned in triumph as he opened it finding the bags of food. "Bingo!" he said, "What about you? Manage to survive without your favourite American?"
Reaching into the fridge, he started to rummage through the bags, humming a little, clearly pleased to be in the kitchen.
"Oh my god," Elizaveta raised an eyebrow in wonder. "Canada sounds like a real farm country. One of those places you only hear about in the books!" She smiled slightly. "Although, it sounds like you had fun. And that's all that matters, really. I'm sure your brother will be back soon." She could only briefly remember Alfred's brother, since he was so quiet and so... well, quiet.
"Oh Alfred, you know I was counting the seconds until you came back," She joked as she went over to take out the pots and pans. "But have you seen the turkey yet? It's huge, and I can't say I've cooked one before. You're going to have to help me, you know."
Taking out a frying pan, she held it in her hand. "We have to make this perfect, you know. I'm one of those obsessive women who must have everything go swimmingly."
THANKSGIVING IS IN NOVEMBER. .U8notaustralianOctober 14 2010, 05:52:24 UTC
It was finally Roderich's day off. He had been looking forward to a relaxing day, only to wake up in the morning and be informed that Elizaveta had planned some sort of feast. It was not exactly Roderich's idea of peace and quiet, and he wanted nothing more than reject the idea.
But when he stepped into the kitchen and saw the bags of groceries and the amount of food being prepared by Alfred and Elizaveta's combined force, his heart softened, and he found himself actually looking forward to the meal planned.
Until the food was ready, he would be in his music room, spending the day with the thing he loved most. As Elizaveta and Alfred cooked, Chopin played in the background.
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“Liz!” He called, wiping off his shoes, pulling his backpack off, walking into the kitchen and blinking a little at the pure shininess of it. He spotted her, looking proud of her work, and walked over, giving her a quick one-armed hug. “Happy Thanksgiving.”
Puling back, he hefted his backpack onto the one of the counters, rummaging through it. “So I have your hat, turkey baster annnnnnd my granny’s favourite apple pie recipe!” he pulled out the items in order, taking the hat and holding it out, “I hope you like it, I dunno if you’re a hat girl or not…”
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"Happy Thanksgiving to you as well, Alfred. How was Canada?" Blinking as he reached into his sack, she burst into a grin. "Seriously? Oh, Alfred, it's so pretty! Thank you, dear, that's really quite kind of you."
Putting the hat on her head, she inspected herself in the reflection of the metal fridge. "I like it," she declared as she grinned, hugging Alfred with two arms this time. "You're a peach, you really are."
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He glanced around the kitchen, hunting for the food he knew Elizaveta must've packed. Sniffing like a bloodhound and moving to the fridge, he grinned in triumph as he opened it finding the bags of food. "Bingo!" he said, "What about you? Manage to survive without your favourite American?"
Reaching into the fridge, he started to rummage through the bags, humming a little, clearly pleased to be in the kitchen.
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"Oh Alfred, you know I was counting the seconds until you came back," She joked as she went over to take out the pots and pans. "But have you seen the turkey yet? It's huge, and I can't say I've cooked one before. You're going to have to help me, you know."
Taking out a frying pan, she held it in her hand. "We have to make this perfect, you know. I'm one of those obsessive women who must have everything go swimmingly."
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But when he stepped into the kitchen and saw the bags of groceries and the amount of food being prepared by Alfred and Elizaveta's combined force, his heart softened, and he found himself actually looking forward to the meal planned.
Until the food was ready, he would be in his music room, spending the day with the thing he loved most. As Elizaveta and Alfred cooked, Chopin played in the background.
ooc: random and short boss cameo is random and short.
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