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

[allbloodyhail]

So go get a new one. [Spike slides the plate in front of himself. In his defense he doesn't know Mitchell is the mayor, not that it would change anything.]

[viced]

I'm not fucking hungry enough for that.

[ Well, he'd have to eat eventually, but right now? Naw, he wasn't eating while he was sitting next to the thief of his plate. Sorry, Spike, you'll just have to take the food he doesn't want. ]

[allbloodyhail]

You were hungry enough the first time. [Spike got to his feet suddenly, a little too suddenly, but miraculously he doesn't fall.] Alright, alright, what d'ya want I'll get it for you.

[viced]

[ His eyebrows shoot up, and he shakes his head. ]

Oh no, it's fine. I'll eat something later. Don't, ah, don't make a drunken stumble for my sake or anything.

[allbloodyhail]

I'm already up, huh. Don't make me waste a trip now.

[viced]

Fine, fine! Just whatever.

I'm not exactly picky.

[allbloodyhail]

You got it, mate. [he'll be gone a little while picking at everything but then he does load up a plate for much, with a sliver of pumpkin pie on the side and everything. he's so nice.]

There you go. Washed my hands and everything.

[viced]

[ He blinks for a moment. Watching. Then he gives him a surprised smile. ]

Wow, that's remarkably conscientious of you. Thanks.

[allbloodyhail]

[He shrugs, settling back into his seat to continue working on the bottle of whiskey Zatanna left him.] Did my good deed for the day.

[viced]

Wow, that's your good deed? After stealing my food? [ He pauses, and sets the pie aside. Sorry, Spike, he's probably not gonna eat that. Lactose intolerance is a bitch. ]

Thanks, though.

[allbloodyhail]

Yeah, yeah, the least I could do. ...You gonna eat that pie?

[viced]

Hm? Oh, no. Thanks. Lactose intolerant, it's not worth eating unless you want me to get shits like you'd never believe.

[ Yes, City. This was your mayor. ]