( open ) First Night of Hanukkah

[signedlefthanded]

Who: Violet, everyone
What: HANUKKAH
When: Night of the 8th
Where: Violet's shop
Rating: PG?

[The shop floor has been cleared, tables set. A hanukiah stands in the middle of the table. At sundown, a blessing is read. Afterwards, Violet starts taking off the lids to the dishes. There are a ton of latkes as well as other fried breads and Jewish pastries. Of course there is roasts and fish, and Violet tried her hand at several different dishes.]

ooc: so I am not Jewish and just spent a long time reading about Hanukkah. If I screwed something up, I am so sorry.

Also feel free to assume there are nutcrackers around. Treat this like a party post.

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Violet Baudelaire

[signedlefthanded]

[Feel free to bug her while she is eating or afterwards.]

after eating!

[nihilo]

[ Because Alice will still be picking at one of the latkes, eating with her hand taking apart the potato shreds to nibble at them. ]

I doubt a kiss would be appreciated this season, so how do we thank the chef?

[signedlefthanded]

A 'thank you' is fine. [Said as she picks at another latke herself.]

[nihilo]

Thank you. [ Alice even smiles sweetly, which may end up looking creepy coming from her. Oh well. ]

Do you have a recipe for these latkes?

[signedlefthanded]

I do. I wrote it down if you'd like it. [She grins widely.]

[abelard]

[Cesare comes near to inspect the food.]

And this is Hannukah, then?

[signedlefthanded]

The first night. [She's completely picking at the bread now.]

[abelard]

And what comes after?

[atrophied]

[ Don't let it be said House shows up empty-handed. He comes bearing a bottle of white wine (kosher) with a wide bow tied around the neck, which he holds out to her. ]

[signedlefthanded]

[She smiles brightly before standing to hug him. Yes, not!dad, you are getting a hug.]

I have something for you.

[atrophied]

[ NO WHY NOT HUGS WHAT DO EVEN

cue most awkward and stiff hug recipient ever ]

I'm gonna guess it's not a restraining order.

[theabjectauthor]

[once he has put his plate together, Lemony moves through the crowd until he finds her and gestures to a chair]

Hello, Violet. Is this seat taken?

[signedlefthanded]

Not at all. [She offers a smile.] How are you, Mr. Snicket?

[theabjectauthor]

Oh, on the realm of conversational small talk, I'm doing quite well.... But overall, I should think it is safe to say that I am on the very brink of being overwhelmed. ... [he settles into his chair, puts his beverage on the provided coaster, and reaches for his napkin. politely:]. Feel free to choose whichever avenue of conversation you prefer.

[hellshaped]

[As promised, Hellboy arrives with a plate full of potato knishes. Probably he should have warned Violet ahead of time about his appearance, but how does one exactly break the 'I'm actually seven feet tall and bright red' news smoothly?

He spends a second glancing around, then goes to place the plate down with the others.]

[atrophied]

Ever been to Comic Con?

[hellshaped]

[glance..........]

Not really my thing.

[atrophied]

[ Shrug. ]

At least you know what it is.

[signedlefthanded]

[Well, she's not entirely who he is, and she'll try her best to not stare, but after most of the food is laid out, she offers her hand to him.]

Hello, I'm Violet.

[hellshaped]

[Handshakes are Hellboy's least favorite part of meeting new people, but he is nothing if not adaptive. He holds out his massive stonelike right hand, extending a finger for her to grasp in lieu of a proper handshake.]

Hi. I'm Hellboy. This is a really nice setup you have here.

[signedlefthanded]

[She shakes his hand eagerly.]

Oh! It's a pleasure to meet you in person.

[theabjectauthor]

[ALL THE STARING]

[hellshaped]

[Of course he notices this!! And he glances down at the knishes, then back up at this staring guy.]

You think I should have made another batch?

[theabjectauthor]

I'm not entirely certain, given that I am unfamiliar with most of Violet's guests and their tastes. They do look quite palatable, however, and you, sir, are extremely intimidating..

[pardon your hostess' guardian angel/stalker/whatever, he does this. a lot.]

[theabjectauthor]

[not only did Lemony bring enough gelt to found Hannukah Vegas, he's also brought his accordion. once dinner is done, and conversation slows to that comfortable, drowsy, approaching-food-coma level, he'll start to play something pleasant but quiet.

he takes requests, including O Sir Do Stop Playing That Ridiculous Instrument]