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The Most Outrageous Thanksgiving Ever

Who: Arthur Curry and whoever wanted to come spend Thanksgiving at his place.
What: THANKSGIVING!
Where: Arthur's house.
When: Backdated to all day Thanksgiving.

Arthur had always loved Thanksgiving, but because he'd already visited his family so recently for Granny Curry's 100th Birthday Extravaganza back in September, this year it looked as though he was doing Thanksgiving on his own.

Not that he was worried about being alone! He'd put out a call on the network inviting everyone who wanted to come over to come celebrate the holiday with him, and today was the day. The food! The fun! The friends! Nothing could go wrong, right?

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For those who have shown up early, Arthur's cooking up a storm in the kitchen. Every TV in the house has been turned on to a broadcast of the parade.

And later, Arthur will be taking the turkey fryer and the tofurkey out to the backyard in hopes of creating an awesome main course. Someone has the fire department on speed dial, right?

So. Arthur was going to cook. That's fine, but Shou was actually going to bring other food stuff just in case the cooking turned out a little burnt. So when he pulled up to Arthur's place - the orange sports car definitely not something that you would see everyday in this neighborhood, he already had a plan. Most of the veggie meals he had ready leaned towards Japanese cooking style, including some of the odder vegetables and fruit in them, but at least he knew they were prepared the proper way.

After all, he has tasted poor attempts of cooking such lovely veggies as goya root and soy beans before.

So there he was, knocking at Arthur's door, a carrying bag in one hand full of some simple dishes, and more in the trunk of his car.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Arthur opened the door to let Shou in. "Happy Thanksgiving!" He was, of course, beaming, and he was also wearing a large apron that said "DUDE WITH THE FOOD." "Come in, come in!" He also noticed that bag of food. "You need any help getting anything inside?"

"Happy Thanksgiving to you too. I've got another one of these in the car," Shou said, holding out the bag he was carrying to him. "I know you said something about needing to bring anything, but I think you may like to try the food of my people."

He says it in a serious tone of voice, even though there is a twitch of a smile on his face. He was trying not to laugh because really, how many people talk like that these days? At least Arthur was a cool guy and probably would either get the joke or just laugh about how outrageous everything is.

Arthur gratefully took the bag. "OUTRAGEOUS!" But then something occurred to him. "You didn't bring any seafood, did you?" He remembered other things Shou had said about the food of his people around World Octopus Day, and he wasn't about to try octopus.

"It's all veggies and fruits with a scattering of teas and nuts." Shou remembered how outraged Arthur was when they had talked about seafood so he was being careful since he wasn't sure which fish would be okay to bring and which one was not okay.

"Most of us eat veggies anyways; the fish is just one of the main sources for proteins."

"Outrageous! This looks great!" Yep, not eating fish was always good. "I wouldn't want to make my fish uncomfortable, you know? But this is INDEED OUTRAGEOUS!"

[Bertholdt tries not to be late, but getting around now a days is pretty hard. His skin is stretched to the point it hurts to move, and Ryan's face is armored and scary so they haven't left his apartment in a couple weeks. Still, Arthur had been nice enough to offer to spend the holidays with them when they wouldn't be able to do anything, so he'd wanted to come. The blond was pretty loud and intimidating to the much shier Bertholdt, but he was positively kind.]

[So, they arrive a little bit before lunch actually starts and Bertholdt goes to find Arthur. He's carrying two dishes-- one is a pumpkin pie and the other is a thing of cornbread. It was actually really nice to cook again, he'd missed it, even if he didn't need to eat.]

U-uhm, thanks so much for uh-- the invitation...

Hey, you're quite welcome! And you brought food? OUTRAGEOUS! Here, let me take that!

[Arthur seems pretty excited to see Bertholdt, and he's wearing a silly novelty apron that reads "Dude with the Food."]

How've you been?

[He lets Arthur take the dishes off of him, giving him a sheepish sort of smile.]

I've been okay... It's colder, so there's more excuse to cover up...

THAT'S one good thing about the cold! You don't have to worry about anything in here, we're all friends! So you just make yourself comfortable wherever you'd like, okay?

I could help... if you're still prepping food...

Well, we've still got a few things going! Like pies! I'm making a BUNCH of pies!

[Everyone likes pie, right?]

They're still frozen, you know!

Oh... frozen pies are easy at least...

Ryan wanted to make the pumpkin we brought from scratch. It wasn't easy but... it was fun...

And the FUN is all that matters! And I'm sure it tastes better than the frozen ones, too!

The table is set, the food is all ready to go, and now it's time to eat. Hope you don't mind being watched by the fish in that very large fish tank.

Wow. Look at that spread. Daniel was in awe. He'd never really done the Thanksgiving thing before, but if this is how it went he could get used to it.

And thus, he tore into the food. With gusto! And appetite!

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Arthur joined Daniel in tearing into that meal, for this was the best part of Thanksgiving. "OUTRAGEOUS, isn't it?"

Daniel nodded, swallowing the rest of his food before speaking.

"I'll say! I've never had a meal quite like this!"

"And that's what Thanksgiving is all about! Giving thanks for what you have with ridiculous amounts of food and amazing meals! It's TRADITION!" This was accompanied by a grand gesture with Arthur's fork that threatened to sling food everywhere.

"This is a tradition I can definitely get behind!"

Hopefully, Arthuer was well prepared in the food department. Because Daniel has resumed attacking the offered foodstuffs with great gusto.

"It's the best sort of tradition! You really don't have to do anything other than eat and be thankful for it! It's a low-key sort of holiday compared to some of the others!"

At least Arthur had plenty of pie on hand. Pie and bagged salad mix, because frozen pies and premade salads are easy.

I don't tend to see it advertised a lot, is it that big a deal in this country?

Are you kidding me? It's a HUGE deal! It's usually one of the only two days of the year everyone settles down and plays nice with one another! And it's the start of the holiday season!

Why are stores opening on Thanksgiving then?

Well, not EVERYONE sees it that way. And it's a shame!

Toss around a football? Nap while some jerk starts trying to talk your ear off? Watch a little TV? Make conversation with Arthur's fish? It's up to you.

How did the ferret get here? I don't know. No one knows. Someone please supply an answer if necessary. But in any case, a ferret is present and is currently staring a hole into your goldfish bowl. Tempting? Very.

The fish have taken notice of the ferret looking at them, and, frankly, they're alarmed. There's a silent cry of "ARTHUR HELP YOUR HOUSEGUEST SCARES US," and it's not long before Arthur casually goes to see what's up.

"Hello there! Enjoying Thanksgiving?" How can the fish get worked up about a ferret? She's so cute!

Ah, yes, she remembers a little late as she turns her attention from the (delicious, delicious looking) fish. This party has a host. She wiggles her tail a couple of time in pleased greeting. Arthur may be a bit of a clod but he seems like a harmless one, at least.

She returns her attention to the fish, who are probably very close to cardiac arrest. She licks her chops. Her intentions must be very obvious.

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He might be a harmless clod, but he was at least well aware of the fact that the fish did not appreciate this particular dinner guest eyeing them for dinner. "Come on, now, those fish aren't for eating. Why don't we get you something even better? Some stuffing? Some cranberry sauce? Maybe some yams?"

If Stella let him, he was going to pick her up and carry her back into the kitchen where he could load up a plate for her and get her away from the alarmed fish. If not, well, he wasn't going to leave the fish alone with her.

Actually, she just got the cue from Echo-sville that they might be quite nice to eat, and she had been wondering if just a nibble would jog the process a little faster... but alas, she is scooped up and hauled away by Arthur's very disagreeable arms. (Disagreeable only because they are in the habit of not acting according to Stella's every whim. Hmph!)

She does perk up a little when they near the kitchen, though, and even cranes her neck as the smells grow strong and more interesting. She looks up at Arthur, her head tilting in a (as far as she can tell) near universal sign of curiosity. What are these foods? And why has she never heard of them?

With the ferret in one arm, Arthur grabbed a plate and started loading it up. "See, these are candied yams. This is stuffing! These are mashed potatoes! And this is cranberry sauce!" The cranberry sauce even retained bits of its can-like shape. Yummy. He set her down beside the plate to sample what she wanted.

Stuffing? Yams made sense, potatoes and cranberries as well, but stuffing? Stuffing for what? It was far too plain of a word for - oh. She cautiously threads her nose into the feast on the plate. Whatever the stuffing was, it smelled nice.

She digs into everything, needless to say, sampling large mouthfuls of everything before deciding she liked everything pretty much equally and digging her face in. This would probably be a lot more dignified with hands... She's as careful as her appetite will allow, but when she looks back up at Arthur, licking her chops, her muzzle is still heavily stained red and orange. She trills happily.

"So you liked that, huh?" Arthur seemed delighted that the ferret was happy. She was so cute! "Do you want anything else?"

She tilts her head in an exaggerated show of contemplation, then tilts and turns without moving from her spot until it's clear that she's returned her attention to the fish. THIS IS A JOKE. SHE IS JOKING.

It's HARD to tell whether or not a ferret is joking! The fish certainly can't tell.

"Why don't we try you on some PIE?" Arthur suggested cheerfully. "Much better than fish!"

She chortles a bit to herself, (dook dook dook dook dook, very funny) then lopes towards Arthur, licking her still stained muzzle. Lead on, he who speaks in capslock.

Arthur wasted no time in getting the ferret a few small pieces of pie. "Just tell me which one you like more, then I'll get you more of that, okay? We've got pumpkin, pecan, blueberry, chocolate cream, and lemon!"

He had found a rather good sale on frozen pies...

... All of these flavors just for one kind of food? Humans sure did know how to live it up. She takes a dainty nibble of all of them, but immediately spits out the chocolate cream - something about the taste alarmed her. However, she gobbles up the rest and points at the stained purple space where the blueberry chunk used to be. Looks like we have a winner!

"Aha, so you like blueberries! OUTRAGEOUS!" Arthur set down another, larger piece. "Just don't give yourself a bellyache!"

She does dig in with great gusto as the ringing in her ears from the word OUTRAGEOUS dies. Does he have a hearing problem, or is he just... like that?

After the second piece of pie, though, she is stuffed. Ooooh. She doesn't mean to look ungainly, ever, but he gait is alarmingly close to a waddle as she travels her way back to Arthur and blinks slowly. She's sleepy. Human, find her a soft place to rest.

Being that loud is just Arthur's way, and it has been ever since he was very small in school and bringing home report cards that said "incapable of using indoor voice."

"AHA! I think you need the traditional post-Thanksgiving nap!" The ferret was so cute! And so full she wouldn't bother the fish anymore! Arthur wasted no time in carrying her over to a comfy-looking throw pillow on the couch.

Oooh, that's lovely and soft -- Damn, the fish! She starts a little in Arthur's arms as she cranes over to - oop, nope nope, too full for even that. Arthur, why must you be so CLEVER? She grumbles to herself as she descends upon the pillow, but doesn't even have the energy to hop from his arms down; instead she flops a little forward and falls on the pillow as soon as she's within range. You may have won this time, Arthur Curry, but next time... next... time...

She tucks herself into a ball and quickly drops off to sleep. SUCCESS

It's that time again. Get while the getting's good, or stick around a bit and help Arthur clean up the mess?

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The Most Outrageous Thanksgiving Ever

PREPARATION

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wow im sorry im so bad at tagbacks

Perfectly alright, I have had a slow week myself

we can do it!!

GO FIGHT WIN

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THE MEAL

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AFTER THE MEAL

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i think that ends that, unless you'd like to add something?

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