Thanksgiving (Canada)

[10_20_15_5_50]

Who: Hiro, Sam, and YOU!
What: Approximated Thanksgiving!
Where: Samada digs in the Hub.
When: Forty minutes after this yes it’s backdated as all hell
Warnings: None!

Arranging everything had been a matter of making do, and it showed in most everything---the plates, the glasses, the chairs around the table (with two exceptions)---being mismatched, but Sam felt the arrangements were a solid ‘satisfactory’. One side of the sink was piled high with everything she and Hiro had dirtied in making the dinner, but the kitchenette’s counters had been cleared for the food; the table was ready, with the coffee table and couch for any overflow; and everybody who had expressed interest in coming over had directions to the door, though they’d probably catch The Trews halfway down the hall. The apartment itself? Not satisfactory, but more than. She hadn’t done much to the main space after moving in, having liked what she found from the first; the floor, walls, and ceiling were covered with what looked like sheet copper. With darkly-varnished branches latticed across the walls (nails on a few supporting botanical prints, as well as one fancily-framed contract) and a couple rag rugs, the orange wasn’t overwhelming. The tin foil turkeys Hiro had constructed were... conspicuous, but not entirely unwelcome.

Food? Check.
Seating and settings? Check.
Place presentable? Check.

They were as ready as they were going to get, if they were going to get guests.

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"Thank you, and thank you." Prompted by the use of the shoe mat, the first thanks was as sincere as the second, which came as Sam accepted the pitcher. With an effort, she kept herself from peeling the foil from it immediately; playing host to a 'proper' dinner party for the first time, she meant to mind her manners. "You didn't have to, but yeah; thanks. Can I grab you something once I've got whatever this is down...?"

She started into the kitchenette, finding a clear patch of counter easily enough (on account of Blenderbot and Micromech Bert and Ernie both being 'at large' in the apartment) and casting a glance back over her shoulder.

"No club soda, but water and tea, we got."

[eyestothesky]

"Just some water'd be fine, thanks." Loosening his tie some, and setting his hat aside, what with it being rude to wear hats in the house and all. Manners.

Following her into the apartment proper so he wasn't hovering in the doorway. "Want any help?"

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"Comin' up." With one sideways step, the cupboard with the glasses was within reach; a few moment more, and Sam had a full tumbler to offer over. "I think we're good, except for the fact that my turkey is going to be more or less mangled because this'll be the first time I've carved the bird. If you've got some experience and inclination you'd be welcome to give it a go, but you're under no obligation---and anyway, the people coming to have turkey probably know to expect chunks of meat. For expectations, though... I don't know what to expect, so I have got to see what you brought... now that it's not rude to."

[eyestothesky]

"I can handle bird-carvin' no problem." He'd done it before, under... well less pleasant circumstances, but it was easy enough to remember how to do. Accepting the glass with a murmured thanks, taking a moment to take a drink because while he'd filled up before heading out, the trip had left his boiler a bit lower.

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"Thank god---and thank you. I almost feel bad. First you bring---" Mac & cheese? "Mac & cheese when you really didn't have to bring anything, and then you get roped into a carving crash course."

Having uncovered the pitcher as she spoke, Sam gave its contents a second glance, not letting her eyes linger too long. She didn't know what she'd expected to find, but it wasn't mac & cheese she supposed she shouldn't've been surprised... even if no-one could've called that culinary curveball.

"You live close, you booked it over, or both, for this to still be so warm. I'm impressed. Count yourself in for every to-do---and know that that's on account of your gameness, not just your gruyere. Or whatever cheese you went with."