(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]

"Winter, never comment on a woman's weight. It's not nice, even if you're not calling her fat." She laughs a little, though, closing her eyes. When was the last time she was held? She can't remember. And she knows he doesn't mean for this to be...you know, anything.

But it's kind of nice.

[worthallthis]

That's a weird custom. It sounds vaguely familiar, like maybe he knew it at one point, but that's impossible. So he doesn't argue. He just says, "Okay. If you say so."

And then they're outside in the chilly November air.

[henchgal]

She huddles a little closer to him for warmth, smiling slightly. "Are you carrying me all the way home? Do you even know where I live?"

It wouldn't surprise her if he did, honestly.

[worthallthis]

"You live in the ADI housing, like I do," Winter answers. "I have seen you come home from work and leave in the morning." Also, he's prowled corridors with the serum active and listened to voices behind doors. It's soothing, knowing where his people are. Knowing they're okay.

He does not, however, answer whether or not he's carrying her all the way home. He thought that was probably obvious. At least it's not far and, as he said, she's not heavy. He's going to be a shaking mess by the time he drops her off, but he'll manage.

[henchgal]

"And you haven't stopped in to visit, tsk. Well, tonight can I at least offer you some water or milk before you leave? Or coffee, even blind drunk and stumbling, I could still make you a coffee."

She doesn't know how to properly thank him, especially with how he's pushing at his comfort zone.

[worthallthis]

He blinks at the top of her head at the clucking. Was he supposed to visit...? He generally doesn't invite himself places without being asked first. "You don't have to." Though if she insists, he won't turn it down. " ... Maybe not coffee. It's late."

[henchgal]

"It's polite of me to offer. And maybe I'd like the time, too. To be with you for a little outside, like...work and events. No pressure to meet social standards."

No, the irony of doing something because it's polite while wanting to get away from social standards does not occur to her in this state.

[worthallthis]

"I don't know most social standards. And I am not a person. So there should never be pressure from me for those," Winter points out, maybe a little non-sensically for a drunk person to figure out. She might not even have gotten the "not a person" shpeal from him yet, has she?