why the canadian mun is writing this, I do not know.

[nurse_cchapel]

Who: Christine, Janice, Zelda, Conan, Elraine, Mulder, Donna, anyone brought by any of those people, anyone who needs to stop by the clinic and will thus get invited to join in.
What: Thanksgiving dinner!
When: Mid-afternoon of the 25th.
Where: The apartment above the clinic.
Warnings: Food, fun, threadhopping. :)
Status: in progress

Comments

food prep -- locked to Janice and Zelda. and Conan.

[nurse_cchapel]

[holmes_fanatic]

Conan was not a cook. Far from it -- his vegetable cutting skills were sub-par, and while he could peel a carrot and knew in theory what to do with it after that, cooking just didn't hold his attention the way that a mystery novel or solving a crime could. This spelt certain doom for any dishes left in Conan's care.

Today, however, was different. Today Conan was very carefully climbing the stairs to the apartment above the clinic, a polystyrene box in his hands. It was cold, the ice inside the book even chillier, but in Conan's opinion, totally worth it -- after all, what was sashimi without fresh fish?

"Christine-san?" He called out in the voide he adopted to sound more childish -- with Zelda living at the Clinic now, it paid to be careful.

clinic door -- to anyone who doesn't just barge in

[nurse_cchapel]

[aparanoidfox]

Since Mulder was one to save his barging in for those occasions with extenuating circumstances or the pursuit of suspects (usually of the not-entirely-human variety), he decided to remember his manners and knock on the clinic door. Really, he was looking forward to the get-together. Things had been strange, and as used to rolling with the punches as Fox Mulder was, he still couldn't help but feel a bit homesick, now and again.

So Thanksgiving dinner was a nice touch then. He'd managed to find a decent bottle of wine -- it was a safer and kinder alternative than him trying to make anything even remotely edible. He shifted on his feet just slightly as he waited for someone to answer his knocking.

[holmes_fanatic]

And someone did. The clinic door was opened and Conan looked up quizzically at Mulder. He took in the bottle of wine and nodded, pushing open the door so that Mulder could enter.

"Mulder-san. I take it this isn't a medical emergency."

[sf_girl_friday]

Jan hurried down the stairs, running a hand over her hair to check to make sure that the pins holding her updo were still in place while calling down to their visitors. "Conan, do we have guests or a patient?"

dinner itself, yaaay!

[nurse_cchapel]

after dinner happiness, feel free to linger for hours.

[nurse_cchapel]