It's That Time Again

[fredless]

Who: Fred, Harmony and YOU
What: Thanksgiving at Hyperion Tower
When: Thanksgiving Day
Where: The Tower
Rating: PG (Set up as 'action' log but if prose is preferred just note in header and I will tag accordingly)

[It isn't nearly as last minute as the year before, when a thought in the middle of the might pulled Fred from her sleep for an impulsive celebration for the holiday. Then, luckily, Harmony had been completely supportive of the plan. And even ensured that at some point she shed her pajamas and put on 'real' clothes. Even more 'real' than her usual ones, apparently.

But it seemed a shame not to have everyone over again this year, even if that word? Everyone? Has been drastically changed. There's still plenty of things to be thankful for. And now? Even more time to cook. Despite Elektra and Wesley's promises to help, Fred still disappeared pretty early Tuesday morning. There were things to be done, after all. And so much to cook.

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[fredless]

[Taking a casserole out of the oven, Fred turns at the sight of Lana and Wesley hugging. A wide grin paints itself over her features. She likes it, seeing the two of them together. And there's still those lingering concerns she hasn't stamped out. But for now?]

You both look great.

[And it's true. Lana looks absolutely stunning in her dress, the sort of stunning that might've once given Fred a whole host of insecurities. And Wesley's gotten her attention as well, if for different reasons. Fred herself hasn't changed yet, wanting to wait until the majority of the cooking was done]

We should probably start setting the table soon, if you're interested.

[Catching Wesley's gaze Fred moves towards the fridge and starts to pour a small saucer of cream]

[demonologist]

You look as stunning as ever, Lana.

[Wes murmurs, returning the embrace. It's still something he's getting used to: public displays of affection. But Fred's been very good at easing him into it. He catches Fred's eye over Lana's shoulder and gives her a conspiratorial wink.]

Believe me, I'm glad to be back in human form. It has certain advantages. Like being able to hug people back, for one thing.

[He smiles at her warmly and then almost smirks when he sees Fred pouring the cream. Releasing Lana, he moves over to the counter.]

How have you been? I expect there's a lot we need to catch up on.

[He deliberately leans down to sniff at the contents of the saucer. Then dips one fingertip in and licks it off.]

Although, at least my memory seems mostly intact from my time as a four-legged domestic pet.

[luthored]

[ Turning to watch him walk over, Lana's nose crinkles in quiet amusement as she watches their interaction, hands linked behind her back. She wonders if Shadow will bark at Wesley the next time he visits, and tries not to get a ridiculous grin at the mental image.

She's surprised she's in such a good mood. After all, Thanksgiving memories past bring her such pause when she dwells too long, but she's making a point not to do that right now. ]

Small blessings, hm?

So, where are the dishes you want set out?

[fredless]

[Biting down on her own smile at the exchange Fred's already sliding two more waiting dishes into the oven. It feels good, having them all here. She realizes then, how much she's come to consider them her family. The over door gets pressed softly closed, a tilt of her head acknowledging a cabinet]

Let's use the ones in there. And I left the case with the silverware out on the table. You and Wesley could start there.

[Real silverware, actually. In the kind of box that felt like it had a story, found one afternoon in town. It made her think of home. It's also a not so subtle subtle nudge of her two companions towards privacy. Fred knows that Wesley's missed Lana]

[demonologist]

Hang on a minute...

[Wesley leans down and starts lapping at the cream with his tongue, but since that's rather inefficient, he eventually picks up the entire thing and tips it back to drink it that way. As soon as he's finished, he wipes his mouth with back of his hand.]

Right, so, setting the table, then? I think I can manage that without too many mishaps.

[luthored]

[ She snorts back a laugh, already having grabbed more than her fair share of plates and silverware, moving on into the dining room. ]

We have to eat that food, you two. Try to keep it clean.

[fredless]

[Fred gives Wesley a pointed look before removing the saucer and loading up his arms only to then give him a pointed nudge towards the dining room]