smash_logs | A Holidaian hick's Thanksgiving!

Who: Surge, Goose, super special guest stars in Goose's parents.
What: Thanksgiving at the parents' house. Need I say more?
Where: Holiday Island
When: Backdated to yesterday, November 26th, Thanksgiving Day.
Warnings: Swearing. That's really it. :x

6:00 PM. It felt like it was about time to go to Holiday for that night-time dinner.

Goose and his boyfriend had both planned a Thanksgiving with the pilot's parents to ~~mooch off of the food~~ see them again. And to mooch off of the food, of course, you couldn't forget that. Honestly, he was pretty excited about it, mostly for the fact that he'd be in his previous Holiday Island again. He loved FDC, but he will never deny that he constantly missed his childhood home.

Thus, he put a good chunk of food and water down for Hettie (since they were gonna be there a bit late, he thought that they might need to spend the night), got a few things, and then went outside to the 'copter. All he left for Surge was a sticky note on the front door that said this: 'outside go'.

Sitting out in his 'copter, more than ready to go, was a certain Goosey who was beaming from ear-to-ear like a little kid. Oh my.

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Considering the current smell wafting from the kitchen, the rest of the food sounded delicious as well. However, Surge wasn't exactly the most advanced cook. Out of the dishes that still needed to be cooked, he could probably handle the mashed potatoes, maybe the casserole.

Just as he was about to offer, the lieutenant suddenly had flour on his nose. Oh. Oh it was on. Surge grabbed Goose's hand, which still had a little flour on one of the finger's, and moved it towards the other's nose. Wiping the flour onto the pilot's face, he snickered, "Stop flouring yourself."

Goose laughed softly. "Ya' think I'm messy?" Hey Surge, there was now a swipe of flour being wiped onto each cheek of yours. "Look in the mirror!"

Mrs. Wauna giggled at what was going on, but knew that it couldn't last. "Now, now, dear, don't mess your honey's poor face!"

"Moooom, we're only messin'," He rolled his eyes and dusted his hands off together. "Fine, fine. What's first?"

"Oh, let's do the potatoes and casserole while waitin' for the turkey~ I did it very early so it's almost done!" She took out a casserole pan. "Do you know how to make it?" If Surge didn't, Goose (since Mrs. Wauna sent him recipes and all) and she both knew how and could instruct him.

Just you wait, Goose. The flour battle might have been over, but the war was far from done.

Wiping off his face, he blinked at the suggestion. "Uh... yeah, I think so." Surge had very briefly glanced at the recipes that Goose had received. He more or less remembered the recipe, but if he needed any help, he was more than willing to ask.

It was on, Surge. It was on. Maybe he would compensate for this with a pillow fight later. ~~Or not, but it was an idea to consider.~~

"Oh, alright~" Mrs. Wauna went straight for the pan. "Goose, dear, you can get the french-fried onion rings and the soup, I'll get the other ingredients," She spoke. Clearly she could carry... plenty. "Matt, would you please help work with the ingredients as I tell you?"

Meanwhile, the pilot was already getting the french-fried onion rings and munching on them a little. Oops. "Mmph, whuh?" Goose swallowed before adding, "Eh, don't worry 'bout that, I'll do that with 'im. Momma, go cook, uh... the potatoes or somethin'."

"Oh, that is a much better idea~ Do you know how to do it? I don't want you to spill the casserole on your clothes, like that one day when you-"

"Mooooooom," Goose elbowed her on the arm. Geez, of course, she'd just have to go on about that kind of stuff.

Edited 2009-11-27 23:51 (UTC)

Surge stayed quiet as the mother and son conversed. Regardless of what Mrs. Wauna had him do, the lieutenant was going to be a considerate and helpful guest. He didn't really care what chore he ended up with.

Smirking, he replied, "Don't worry about that. I'll make sure he stays clean." That may or may not have been an utter lie. Maybe.

"Splendid!" Mrs. Wauna then went to shave the potatoes of their skins. While she went for that, Goose looked over the nearby 'cookbook' of sorts (er, a notebook with recipes, but still).

"M'kuhhhffffff," He swallowed some of the french-fried onion ring pieces he had in his mouth. He needed to save that for the food. Oops. "M'kay, just gotta mix these in," Goose mixed in some food into a bowl, including some canned mushroom soup, milk, onions, green beans, and other stuff. "Spray the pan with that cookin' spray for me!"

Before he'd let Surge do that, though, he handed over a french-fried onion ring for him to try. "Ever had one o' these before?"

Edited 2009-11-28 00:55 (UTC)

Grabbing the spray, Surge glanced over at the other. "Hm? No, I don't think so." He took the french-fried onion ring and popped it in his mouth. "That's good!"

With a chuckle, he added, "But try and save some for the dish. I'm sure they taste even better when the whole thing is finished." Surge poked the pilot in the stomach. "Besides, you don't wanna get full before the actual meal, do ya?"

Goose smirked. He was glad that his boyfriend seemed to enjoy this traditional Southern food and all. If he didn't, this Thanksgiving wouldn't be so good because, well, this feast had 'hick food' written all over it. Hick food was good food for both of them, though, so it's all good. ~~It makes Essay kind of hungry.~~

The pilot ~~laughed like the Pillsbury dough boy~~ snickered once his stomach got poked. That just tickled! "Y-Yeah, yeah, fine... heheh, don't do that!"

A Holidaian hick's Thanksgiving!

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