capeandcowllogs | TURKEY DAY AT THE PIE HOLE II

WHO: Ned and Digby and you and you and you and all your closest friends
WHERE: The Pie Hole pie restaurant and bakeshop
WHEN: Thanksgiving Day, November 22 8am - November 23 1am (he'lll stick around for any stragglers tho)
WARNINGS: Shouldn't be any...
SUMMARY: Ned invites the whole City to the Pie Hole. He and Zatanna are cooking and baking everything (there are meat and meatless options), but feel free to bring a favorite from home!
FORMAT: quick/spam; make your own threads for your own people or table. on open threads estimate the time of arrival.
NO ONE IS EVER LATE!!!!!

[From the outside, the Pie Hole hasn't changed much, though the window is draped in elaborate snowflake-shaped lights, but inside is a whole other story. Zatanna has made quite a spectacle of the place, a huge banquet hall filled with long and short tables for enjoying your meal with any number of friends. And the decorations are outrageous. Ned's Christmas decorations, which were already over-the-top have all been magically enhanced and Thanksgivingsized like little crystalline pumpkin baubles and overspilling cornucopia on each buffet table, lined up in front of the kitchen. Ned is firmly putting his foot down this year: no one is to enter his kitchen but Zee or himself.

He'll be serving regular pie menu as well as breakfast (frittatas) until twelve noon at which point there will be an hour or two for people to arrive and mingle. The food will be out by 1:30-2 pm and dessert to be served at 3 pm. Ned just wants everyone to have a great day so come in and make yourself at home!! There are a few kegs as well if you all didn't listen and byob...]

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[ He offers her a wan smile, pulling his gloves off finally. ]

Hey, Zee. See? I fucking made it and everything. I can't stay late, though.

[ But hey! He's here, and he's actually going to eat something. It's a Thanksgiving miracle at its finest! ]

I'm really impressed, Mitch! Even if you don't stay late because you have a strict bedtime. A conveniently strict bedtime that doesn't exist any other time.

[But she won't harass him much. She's just happy her family's here. c:]

Yes, because I have a bedtime.

[ He waved his hands, gesturing with his words. ] It's not like I have a fucking job or anything! One that's waiting for me!

And if you miss it, you'll turn back into a puppet. Or pumpkin. One or the other.

[So offended! She still doesn't seem to care. What are real jobs? What are governments?? What you don't do minimal, enjoyable work and come out of it with buckets of money? Wow, that must suck!] Fine, fine! You can have your beauty rest! Whiner.

Who would've thought, huh? Actually, if I don't get back in time, it's more likely that some disaster will crop up and remind me that I need to be back.

[ He runs a hand through his hair. Zee, let him stress, and then fill him with pie. It's the best process in this situation. ]

Mitch, that'll happen regardless. [And thus the spell is broken! But he leaves behind a glass slipper so the Princess may find him later...]

Come on, let's go gorge on pie. [She loops her arm around his and gives him a harsh tug.]

Alright, alright. I'll eat some pie. [ He pretty much lets her drag him along, mock frustrated, but she should know by now that he really does just like playing hard to get sometimes.

It's part of his charm. ] What kind do we even have today?

Good. Force-feeding you might've gotten a little weird. [Only might. She's at least gentle about the tugging following the initial one, practically strolling along. Expect pictures in awful magazines tomorrow. That harlot, Zatanna!]

The usual menu and then some. Special's Pumpkin Apple. I suggest going with it before I eat it all.

You're saying the usual like I normally eat here.

[ He doesn't. He's never been here in his life. But he follows anyway, and if they catch him on the camera, well. All the better. ]

If you recommend it, though, I'll give it a fucking whirl.

Shut your pie hole, Mitch. [HAHAHAHAHA GET IT.]

There's literally anything you could ever want. I can grab you a menu, if you'd like.

No, no, I think it'll be fine. Let's just see what they have, and I'll take whatever I find that looks good. I don't need to be picky.

[ Except he's the pickiest eater of all time. Zee would know this. ]

[Because the array makes it hard to focus, Zee slips him a menu. If she could, she'd personally endorse every single last one. The number of options is going to make this a fun little game. Maybe she'll be able to eat a whole pie by the time he picks one?]

Yeah, yeah. No one needs to, but that doesn't mean shit.

[ He looked it over while they kept walking, and he had a grimace for her even as they moved. ]

Shit, this is a lot. Can't I just get, I don't fucking know, normal apple pie?

[Who the hell complains about too much pie? Only Mitch, tbh.]

That'd be Apple Apple, Mitch.

Fine, apple apple. Who the fuck ever heard of over appleing an apple pie?

[ Really, Mitchell complains about everything. ]

Put the pie in your hole and shut it, you whiner!

[It wasn't until this very moment that she realized it. You monster, Mitch...]

I'm not a fucking whiner! I just don't understand this fucking concept!

[ Seriously, Zee. Seriously. It's not whining! ]

I'm sorry you... have to understand the pie to eat it?

[No, it's just like crazy Pie Whisperer shit goin' on here.]

Look, I just don't understand the concept, okay? I'll still fucking eat it!

[ He just doesn't know what the point of apple apple is. ]

The concept is it is a pie that has apples in it.

[Not a bunch of cheap, gooey filler?? Whatever it is, he's a spoilsport.]

Right, right. Fine.

A pie that has apples in it. I'll take one of those.

[ There. See? He even picked. ]

Excellent choice. [She points. It's serve yourself. Honestly, Mitch! Just because you're the mayor doesn't mean people are going to get your food for you at a buffet-style event!!]

[ He follows her finger, and then grimaces. ] Why the fuck did you hand me a menu if it's self-serve?

[ Seriously! He's going to hover for a few moments, though. He doesn't know if he's quite hungry enough yet. ]

Because you were whining about wanting to know the flavors. [And back to the whining thing!]

Just grab a whole pie and we can take it to a table, geez. [Which means she intends to dig in with him.]

The whole fucking pie?

[ He says it with disbelief, but he still grabs it. ]

This is a lot of fucking pie.

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