(log) It's Thanksgiving Time!

[forethinking]

Who: Ren and You
When: Thanksgiving Day
Where: ADI's cafeteria
Summary: A little thanksgiving party for everyone.
Warnings: Alcohol, but other than that, none!



(It's finally the day! Ren's spent the day in the canteen, from the early hours of the morning with the help of Kate, until just close enough to the arranged time.

Several tables in the cafeteria are taken by the food, but there's still plenty of room to sit and spend time with your fellow ADI employees. After the previous month everyone has had, it feels much needed. Available is the following menu:

Deep-fried Turkey + Stuffing;
Ranch-Seasoned Roast Turkey + Stuffing;
Mashed Potatoes + Gravy;
Green Bean Casserole;
Cranberry Sauce;
Pasta alla Norma;
Sicilian Rice Balls;
S'mores Cupcakes
Pumpkin Pie;
Apple Pie;
Sweet Baked Potato;
Pecan Pie;
Roasted Vegetables;
Stuffed Mushrooms;
Squash Soup;
Garlicky Green Beans with Crispy Onions;
A selection of alcohol;

Ren's tried his best to recreate what the Internet and other folks have told him, and without him tasting the original flavors, some of the dishes might have an unexpected twist of spice. Kate has also helped with putting things together, and at the previously arranged time, Ren opens the doors with a smile from ear-to-ear.

Once everyone's settled, he'll ask for a moment to, gasp, speak:)

I'd like to thank everyone for coming today. I know it's been tough, but I'm still thankful we can spend good moments like these together. I hope you enjoy the food.

(And just like so, he'll bow, and hand plates to those ready to eat. Time to dig in!)

Comments

[henchgal]

"Sneaky bastard." But her tone over those words is fond. He's their sneaky bastard.

[abrightboy]

“I honestly hope things work out with Jeff; he’s crushing hard and I’d like one thing in his life not to turn into a disappointment,” Malcolm admits.

[henchgal]

"The one thing I'll say about Jeff is that he won't deliberately hurt Tim. He's not that sort of person. Careless, thoughtless and dim as a nightlight, maybe. But not mean."

[abrightboy]

"I tried to talk to Tim about how he could get hurt if they want different things and what Tim wants. He suggested he was just looking for a physical relationship, which I don't believe for a second. He's a virgin and he's super emotionally invested," Malcolm notes. "He's just... pretending not to be. Invested." Not the other thing.

[henchgal]

Meredith tuts quietly. "Well. That's...okay, I'll stock the freezer with comfort ice cream in case things go sour."

[abrightboy]

“I hope it doesn’t come to that, but good idea,” Malcolm tells her. “I just. Wish. …” He shakes his head. “You’d think I’d be better with him. We have a lot of the same problems.”

[henchgal]

"That means you're more likely to project your lived experience onto him, rather than seeing him for where he truly is." She waggles a finger at him. "Besides, you're dense sometimes."

[abrightboy]

"I suppose."

About the denseness. He tries not to project.

[henchgal]

She lets out a sigh, grabbing her wineglass.

“If we weren’t living together, I’d have made a pass at you a long time ago. For the record.”

[abrightboy]

His eyebrows go up and he looks at her in surprise.

"Really? Why?" he asks like he can't fathom.

[henchgal]

"You're smart, you're handsome, and you actually see me for me, not just for how useful I could be to you. Low standards?" She drains the glass in a couple gulps.

[abrightboy]

He smiles at her.

"Low standards sounds about right," he jokes.

He reaches over and squeezes her hand.

"Honestly, though, I'm really glad I met you. And I would probably be a big awkward dork if we weren't roommates and you flirted with me."