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Eddie Thawne ([personal profile] causational) wrote in [community profile] riverviewlogs2017-11-17 08:22 pm

[semi-open] such a cozy room, the windows are illuminated

who: Eddie Thawne, Cisco Ramon; Rey, Yuri Plisetsky, other guests
what: Eddie and Cisco host a Harvest Festival (Thanksgiving) dinner
when: November 17th
where: Eddie and Cisco's apartment
warnings: none likely, check subject lines




It's been a long day of cleaning the apartment, prepping food and decor, and cooking. So much cooking. The apartment smells like turkey and potatoes and bacon and pie and dozens of other amazing smells. The table is set with enough plates and napkins and silverware for everyone invited and a couple of friends each, and there's a festive pumpkin-and-fall-leaf themed centerpiece that Eddie's particularly fond of. In the background, soft music is playing and the whole atmosphere is warm and cozy.

Eddie himself is dressed in a waistcoat and button-up shirt with a tie, his face a little flushed from spending time over the hot stove and the oven, but he's energetic, upbeat and ready to help Cisco greet guests at the door as they arrive.

Once dinner is set out, it consists of a beautifully roasted turkey, brussels sprouts cooked with bacon, mashed potatoes and gravy, stuffing, cranberry jelly, candied yams, warm bread rolls, and whatever other turkey dinner trimming might come to mind. There's coffee and hot chocolate, juice, and wine available for whoever wants to drink it. Best of all, there's pumpkin and apple pie ready for dessert.

Giving thanks out loud is optional, but making new friends definitely isn't.

[OOC: Feel free to throw up a starter for your character or for a certain area or part of the night!]

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[personal profile] bespredel 2018-01-12 10:07 am (UTC)(link)
Fuck you, this is fashion. [ Yuri shot back, scowling and kicking up one of his leopard print covered sneakers for emphasis, seeming about to place it on the other's leg- but thinking better of it, and dropping it back to the floor with a huff. Blowing his bangs out of his face for a moment, before he shrunk sulkingly under the other's arm, grunting at the hug and half-heartedly returning it. ]

Pirozhki. Like my grandpa used to make. I did the usual traditional ones- and then some are his specialty invention. Katsudon Pirozhki. They're amazing. [ And at this, Yuri couldn't help but grin. As he only ever rarely seemed to. ]