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paradisalogs2012-11-22 12:23 am
fredless) wrote in paradisalogs2012-11-22 12:23 am
It's That Time Again
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.
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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It actually makes her throat catch and eyes well up, if only because that's exactly what Clark would have said. She looks down, the cloth napkin in her lap having shredded in half without her realizing it.
Quickly stuffing it under her leg for now, she nods and reaches over to pick up her wine glass to hold up. Lana's voice is steady and pleasant as ever, more than accustomed to swallowing her feelings (blinking back tears) and putting on a show when needed.
And it is a show, because she feels grateful for nothing but her powers anymore. ]
I agree. I, for one, am thankful for this delicious meal, and for those that made it possible. I'm glad to have met all of you, [ A glance at Lilah barely registers as she carries on. ] and for the chance to have known you like a family.