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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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And hit it did. Not that Surge even batted an eye when the flour came into contact with his skin. But still, that meant...

It. Was. On.

A grin grew upon the lieutenant's lips. "Oh ho. I see how it's going to be. You're trying to make a mess in your mom's kitchen. Really, you should know better by now. Allow me to fight on your mother's beneath and for the sake of a clean kitchen."

Grabbing a little bit of flour, Surge flicked it at the other man.

Goose burst into mirth once that flour hit him, getting on his cheek and even on the top of his shirt. Good thing he brought along extra clothes, just in case. "Oh yeah?! Well, how 'bout this?!" Woosh! Here came some flour in your direction, Surge.

By now, his cheeks were probably involuntarily red from laughing. He was having a hell of a good time for something as tiny and usually boring as cooking.

Edited 2009-11-28 01:39 (UTC)

Another barrage of flour? It was time to change tactics. Let's see, what else could Surge use as a weapon? Butter? No, that was too solid. Cinnamon? Nah, that might cause some damage if it accidentally got into Goose's eyes. Oh, wait a minute...

Grabbing an egg, he quickly cracked it behind his back. "Try this on for size!" Before the egg could drip out of the shell, Surge quickly emptied it upon the pilot's head. Enjoy having a raw egg ooze through your hair, Goose.

"Hey- hey, g'ack!" Goose was just about ready to double over from laughing. "Now I'm gonna need to shower before we eat, thanks a helluva' lot!"

He was just about to get back at him when, lo and behold, Goose's mother stood before them. "Goodness, you two have gotten messier than a farmhand in a vat of cranberries!" Wow, even Mrs. Wauna had her wacky way of wording things. Looks like that's where Goose got it from. "Come on, now, dears, we ought to cook that food!~" Aaagh crushing hug again before they were to continue.

"Heheh, heh, hehhh, fine," He calmed himself down before he went to mix the pie crust ingredients. He then split the dough, rolled it down, and put the bottom crust on the bottom of a pie dish (that his mother put out while they were being oh-so-mature). "Ya'll can put the apples 'n sugar in the pie and finish it. I'm showerin'!"

Off he went! Mrs. Wauna went to put the apples inside. All Surge had to do was put the top crust on, and they'd just have to stick the pie in! (Or er, Mrs. Wauna would if Surge didn't want to.) Then it was just a matter of waiting for the food and for Goose.

Surge was having a hard time containing his laughter. Thankfully Mrs. Wauna had intervened when she did. If things had continued, Surge might have gone for the butter next.

After being released from the bear hug, Surge went back to work. He waved to Goose as the pilot headed off. Being as careful as possible, he put the crust on the almost finished pie and popped it in the oven.

"And that's that," he washed his hands in the sink. "Anything else need to be done?" Other than just cleaning up, everything seemed just about ready.

"Oh, no, no, we just have to wait!~"

Thankfully, the wait wasn't far too long. It only took Goose about 15 minutes to get out of the shower, and after gelling his hair for another, uh... 15 minutes (oh god), he stepped out of the bathroom. His hair wasn't as fixed up as usual (that usually took longer), so the spikes drooped a little, but he'd deal with it.

By then, Mrs. Wauna was pulling the food out of the oven and beginning to set the table up. "Mm, daaaaamn," Goose spoke up. "Smells good! Heh, we did a hell of a job, didn't we?"

Once the food was all placed on the table and the utensils were laid out, Goose took his seat and began to serve himself. His mother and father did so, as well, and the former went ahead to say her own graces to... well, nothing, she just wanted to tell them all what she was thankful for (which pretty much consisted of everyone in her family).

"Now, dear, what are you thankful for?~" Mrs. Wauna asked her husband, which resulted in only a grumble out of him. Hmph! So much for that. She gave up on her spouse and turned to Surge and Goose. "How about you two?~"

Sitting down at the table, Surge followed Goose's example and put some food on his plate. All of it smelled amazing. No doubt it would taste just as good. The lieutenant's mouth started watering just by looking at the table.

But when Mrs. Wauna spoke up, he paused. What was he thankful for? Surge had honestly never done that sort of thing before. Sure, he knew it was common Thanksgiving practice before the meal, but even back home in America, he couldn't remember ever doing it. Truth be told, Thanksgiving with his family had been more about the food than the tradition. Not to mention the fact that Thanksgiving was a somewhat rarely celebrated holiday in Kanto.

Well, might as well participate. Besides, it gave him an excuse to be sappy and possibly embarrass Goose.

"I'm thankful for you lettin' me celebrate the holiday with you. And that you cooked such amazin' food. But mostly I'm thankful for meetin' Goose."

His reply might have been followed by a quiet snicker.

As Mrs. Wauna discreetly giggled at the adorable scene before her, Goose snickered himself. That was just overly corny as heck. What was up with that? That actually seemed a bit out of the blue. At the same time, though, it was sweet and he honestly felt pretty appreciative of that. "Aw," and so he leaned in and gave his boyfriend a quick kiss on the cheek. He didn't want to be too sappy himself, though. That just wouldn't do, so he grinned and got ready to dig in, and...

"Joshie!" Goose's head popped up at his mother's voice calling out to him. "You didn't give your thanks!"

"Momma, can't I just, eh... eat?"

The look on her face gave him a pleading that pretty much convinced him. He rolled his eyes and sighed out, "Fiiiine." He cleared his throat and uttered, "Well, yeah, uh, I'm hella' thankful for Matt," he glanced at his boyfriend with a cheeky grin, and then at his mother, who was currently smiling so proudly right now. "And, eh... my gyrocopter and my house and my, uh, hair and whatever the hell, can I eat now?"

"Yes, you may!"

"Thank god," He rolled his eyes and laughed before digging into the turkey first. Mmm, good!

Goose. Goose, that was... one of the most pathetic 'I give thanks for...' speeches ever. You didn't even try. And to think of all that hard work Surge put in to being overly sappy. ~~Except no, not really.~~

"You 'copter and... your hair?" Surge just stared at the other man. "Wow, that's... You sure have you priorities straight."

But Surge wasn't going to reprimand the pilot. He was just as hungry as the other, if not more so. Shrugging, he dug into the food. "Mm, it's good," he smirked at Mrs. Wauna.

"I ran outta things to be thankful for... off the top of my head, at least," Goose shrugged before he went for the casserole next. "Mmph, yeah, it's good!" He parroted to his mother.

Mrs. Wauna seemed thrilled. "Oh, I'm glad, sweethearts!~ Oh, have you two been taking good care of each other?~" She spoke as she continued to eat. ~~Clearly she shipped them~~

"Uh huh, sure," Surge muttered between bites of turkey. "Hey, can you pass the potatoes?"

Grinning, the lieutenant replied, "Yeah, 'course we have been. Ain't that right Joshie?" he mumbled the name under his breath. Seriously. Never. Got. Old.

"Heh, yeah, I- heeeey," Goose stared at Surge over his reply. Ahhh geez, that name, he hated that name. Now he was just being bad about it. "Yeah, yeah, Mattie, I get it." He then finally passed him the potatoes.

After he did, he took a piece of turkey from Surge's plate and ate it. "Mm, now I get to steal yer food."

Yeah, okay, Surge deserved that. Chuckling, he accepted the potatoes and spooned some onto his plate. "Yeah, thanks."

"Hey!" the lieutenant glared at the pilot. "You're just lucky I like you so much. Otherwise I'd get you back for that."

... At that moment. He'd wait until later to exact his revenge.

"Really? Ya'll can steal my food any old time and now ya' ain't? I see how it is," Goose laughed and dug further into his meal. "Hear that, momma?"

Mrs. Wauna only giggled. "How you two do that is so adorable!~ You two are the perfect match," She commented before went into eating.

"Heh, really now," He smiled and held back a chuckle at his mom's comment. Geez, wasn't she sappy? Ah well. He just continued to eat. He was already almost done munching!

"Of course," Surge grinned. "Gotta play nice in front of your parents. Wouldn't want to give 'em a bad impression or anything."

He couldn't help but chuckle at Mrs. Wauna's comment. Ah, how embarrassing. Now he knew how Goose felt. "Eheh, yeah... I guess so."

Goose just shook his head and finished up his last few bites of food. Man, that just about hit the spot. "Helluva' dinner, momma," He put his dish up and took his father's. His dad didn't even eat much of his. Typical. He also took his mother's, and whenever Surge finished, he'd go to take his and wash them.

"Hey Matt, wanna hit the bedroom after this?" Note that he didn't say anything about sleeping. Before they literally hit the hay, Goose had another idea in mind.

Oh Surge noticed alright. Though he wasn't really too sure what Goose had planned considering they were still at his parents house. But whatever, he wasn't too worried.

Finishing up with the dishes, he wiped off his hands. "Sure," he nodded. Even though he already knew where the pilot's room was, he waited for the other to lead the way.

Oh, Goose knew what he was planning. He was planning something goooooood.

Once they got into the room, he spoke, "Eh, lemme check a few things, then we can hit the hay." He innocently walked over to the bed, looking as if he was 'inspecting' it...

At least, until he took a pillow and chucked it in his boyfriend's direction. He didn't care if it hit. He laughed anyway! "Hehe!"

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