capeandcowllogs | [OPEN TO MOONYFRIENDS!!!] Oh-oh home, let me go home!

WHO: MOONYBASE & FRIENDS
WHERE: ...Moonybase?
WHEN: LAST NIGHT
WARNINGS: Marauders
SUMMARY: This is a general RP post for Moonybase folks and anyone they'd invite over for a big family dinner. Close friends can come too. TAG FREELY.
FORMAT: WHATEVER

Sunday night was spaghetti night, and Sirius made as much spaghetti as the pot would hold, with sauce and meatballs to match. As this was more pasta than any small army could eat, there was a standing invitation for friends and family to come over and enjoy good food and the company of wizards. Remus, Ruka and Rua, Tonks, Harry (of course!), Anders and Zatanna, if the thought of Sirius cooking is not utterly terrifying, the invite stands.

Oddly moody these days, Sirius tended to be quite jolly at the beginning of the evening, and get quieter and more withdrawn as the hours (and glasses of wine) piled up. But it's early yet, and he's all smiles, and there's Lily's new marmoset to see, so come over, come over, and enjoy!

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I'm not doing the dishes.

Best teach Elvendork how to pull your share of chores then, Lily.

[Sirius. The plates are bigger than that monkey and twice as heavy.]

Besides, I heard somewhere that you were a witch. With magic powers and everything.

Teaching Hedwig Elvendork Potter to do the dishes would result in disaster and a squished marmoset. And I didn't just search high and low for monkey chow just to have it go to waste.

I have magic powers? Me? Why did I miss the memo on this?

Really, the solution is just to make James do the dishes.

Edited 2011-07-12 16:35 (UTC)

Padfoot would eat the monkey chow. He likes monkey chow, it's his favorite. Unless it's a bunch of leaves, in which case my God, Hedwig Elvendork Potter, how do you carry on like that?

[He likes it when she gets sassy. And when they tag-team James, that's the best part about his best mate having a wife. If he gets her on his side, old Prongsie is doomed.]

Woman, I like how you think.

[He gives her his most mischievous grin, winks, and goes back to stirring sauce. A man should not be able to look devilishly handsome in a frilly yellow apron, but Sirius makes it work.]

It actually looks just like dog food, but I guess it has special monkey food in it. And, in an effort to keep Padfoot from getting into it because he may think it looks or smells delicious, I bought some of those dog bone cookie things they have at the pet store, too.

You've told me that before, but it never hurts to hear it again.

I think a comparison between dog and monkey food is in order. Does it taste like bananas? Is it actually the same thing and they're just putting a new label on and charging you more? Does it go down better with dog biscuits? These are important questions, Lily, and I only have the good health of Hedwig Elvendork in mind.

[How Sirius can talk about the flavor of animal food when the smell of delicious pasta sauce is filling the air, God alone knows. It's his special talent, apparently.]

Oh, and do you now? Well, in that case, I'll have to let you try some, but on a night when we're not about to eat some delicious human food. And only if you promise not to eat the lot of it.

James has probably been roped into setting the table. However, he is currently looking up what marmosets eat, because these things are important. The plates can wait, no one's even properly arrived yet. He's sprawled in a chair in the kitchen, paging through a book, and glances over.

"Oi, Pads, do we want wine, and if so, how much?"

"'Course we do, my dear culture-less heathen! Have you found whether marmosets can eat meatballs yet, or are they better becoming them?"

The marmoset has become something of a present for Sirius as well: endless teasing fodder for his best friend.

[Someone was drawn into the kitchen by the smell of cooking while it was going on. So here Sirius, have a godson wandering in with a warm smile on his face.]

Can I help with anything?

[That was the best kind of godson of all! Sirius nods at Harry as he comes in, resplendent in a frilly apron, and abandons the sauce for a quick hug.]

Harry! See to the garlic bread, would you? The oven's heating, and the butter and garlic are out, there.

[The frilly apron gets a chuckle out of him and Harry returns the quick hug gladly.]

Of course. [He'll happily move to do so as soon as he's released, sparing the pot a glance as he goes.]

I hope we'll get enough people for all that.

The goal is to feed everyone and have enough left over to send people home with some if they'd like it.

[Sirius goes back to stirring, smiling happily.]

It's a trick your dad and I used to do: make enough food at the beginning of the week that you'll have something all through the rest of it, no matter how busy you get.

[Harry busies himself with the garlic bread, quite happy to spend time with Sirius and to have found him in such a good mood.]

So it'll be spaghetti all week until we never want to see spaghetti again. Got it.

At least for lunch. And you should always be happy to see spaghetti, Harry. It fills all the important food groups, looks like a plate full of worms, and throws exceedingly well should a food fight become necessary.

Not that one is going to become necessary here, you understand. We're pretending I'm a good influence on you for your mother's sake.

[Harry's wrinkling his nose at the worms bit but he laughs at the rest.]

Really? We'll see how long that lasts. ... And you really had to mention worms, didn't you.

[OPEN TO MOONYFRIENDS!!!] Oh-oh home, let me go home!

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