TURKEY DAY AT THE PIE HOLE II

[onetouch]

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...]

Comments

[viced]

Yeah. [ He gives her a wan smile. He isn't quite sure if she's happy about calling him a robot, or if there's some deeper thing going on here. ]

Happy Thanksgiving, April.

[aggressiveapathy]

[Thinking far too much about this, Mitch. Just follow April's path of not dissecting why, for someone who hates people as a rule, being in a room full of them is actually improving her mood. Some things are just better not examined.]

Watch out for the dog.

[viced]

Dog? [ His head starts moving, looking for an animal. ]

Who the fuck brings a dog to a Thanksgiving dinner in fucking public?

[aggressiveapathy]

[Cackling isn't really a thanksgiving thing to do. But she's doing it on the inside. Particularly as a raccoons meanders across the room on the other side of the table.]

It was here first, I guess. So. Get behind someone. You have people for that.

[viced]

Yeah, you say that now. Let's just wait until it tries to bite off my head. Then I can make an ordinance out of sympathy.

[ It's light, and teasing. He wouldn't really do that, he likes animals. Kind of. When they're not attacking him. Which is never. ]

[aggressiveapathy]

Monster.

[In contrast to Mitch's obvious joke, as always, April's comes out with utter seriousness. Because that's what makes it funny, clearly. Someday people will get the memo.]

Don't make me give an interview. I'll take this whole city down before a single puppy is locked in the kitchen.

[viced]

Can't it just, I don't know, go outside?

[ He looks nervous, finally catching the dog, and watching it with a very wary eye. Waiting for it to strike. The dog wasn't paying attention to him, being on the other side of the room, but that didn't mean it wouldn't strike eventually. ]

[aggressiveapathy]

You can go outside. The puppy's cuter.

[Sorry, Mitch. It's just how it is.]

Just. Ignore him. I want to see Rick wrestle him.

[viced]

[ He watches the dog for just another moment. He'd be okay with Rick wresting the dog. If he needed to. ]

Right. Of course you fucking do.

[aggressiveapathy]

In the end, I bet the raccoons win that fight. By not ending up in a youtube montage.

[viced]

Youtube montages, huh?

[ There's a threatening edge to his voice. Mock, of course, but just as a reminder. April, he talked to your computer. He knew. ]

[aggressiveapathy]

[Her hand reflexively goes to her phone in her pocket, like that could protect it from Mitch telling it to self destruct or something.]

It's PR.

[viced]

[ Sorry April, that will never be enough to protect it from mayor robobrain over here. ]

Negative PR, actually.