Dinners

[x-pressive.livejournal.com]

I could go invite each of you personally, but that would interrupt this vocabulary-for-rice quiz I'm taking, and the starving children of Africa need me.

Anyway. I bought a Big Honking Turkey and only now realized that I forgot to actually tell you guys that Thanksgiving dinner is at my place. If you love me, then you'll come and contribute to the cause. We require some veggie dish(es), cornbread, cranberry sauce (the real kind, nothing out of the can that's shaped like the can), pies, and beverages of your choice. Dunno if any of you are going elsewhere, and I know some of you are furrners (two of whom are the bad guys in this story), but there really isn't any excuse for not coming.

Anyone got any ideas on how I can entice Emma to come, too?

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[x-gambit.livejournal.com]

The fact that the only one that claims to be able to cook in this entire brownstone is Mark entertains me. A lot.

I'll be there, and see what I can find at Ho's market to make some dirty rice and cornbread stuffing.

[x-pressive.livejournal.com]

What, like it's hard? It doesn't take a rocket scientist to roast a turkey, even though I could be one if I wanted to. Also it's fun.

Fantastic. Bringing your woman with you?

[x-gambit.livejournal.com]

See Mark, I've learned over the last year that referring to her as 'my woman' is the quickest, surest way of endangering my own life. I'll talk to Ororo, but I think she has school obligations.