open rp } { mistletoe shenanigans!

[iluvroadrunner6]

1. Comment with your character, to this post.
2. Specify which of MINE you want, or I will surprise you.
3. We will have a thread of holiday kiss shenanigans. Mistletoe may or may not be actually involved.

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[talesuntold]

"Life may be unfair, but I try to avoid it in here." She slips an arm through his. "In the meantime, are you hungry? Anything you'd like to drink?"

Maggie will let Sweets escape to rearrange her decorations eventually. She wants to play hostess for a little while.

[likeababyduck]

"I am starving, and I'll take a beer if you have it?" Booze usually isn't a good idea when it comes to dealing with zombies, but it is the holidays, so Sweets will take the risk.

[talesuntold]

"I have most things. I keep the kitchen well-stocked." And Maggie has no such reluctance to drink, having grown up with the kind of security that lets you relax and not worry about your reflexes or the undead. At least, to worry in a much more distant sense than the rest of the population does.

She leads him over, arm still linked through his, and opens the fridge door with a flourish. "Take your pick." There's plenty to choose from. She may go with beer instead of wine herself tonight.

The kitchen already smells like home cooking, with chicken pot pies keeping warm in the oven and just waiting for people to eat them.

[likeababyduck]

His mouth waters as they make their way into the kitchen, only momentarily distracted by grabbing a beer before he wanders over to the oven to get a peek at the pies. Food is one of his favorite things, that he intends to continue to enjoy until he dies and moves on to whatever undead things like to eat.

"These smell delicious," he says with a smile. "Did you prepare them yourself?"

[talesuntold]

Undead things like to eat living things, so let's just avoid becoming undead things altogether and continue eating Maggie's cooking instead. "I did. I like cooking. Besides, it helps me lure in guests so I don't have to share this place with just the bulldogs."

Never mind that Maggie grew up never having to cook for herself. When she decided that she wanted to learn, she did, and like most things Maggie decides to do, she does it well. She cooks, but she isn't so big on cleaning anything outside the kitchen. This room's neatness is a stark contrast with the homey clutter everywhere else in her house.

[likeababyduck]

Sweets nods in agreement, before heading closer to get a better look. He can do a few basic meals, but cooking has never really been one of his better skills. There are things he can do, though.

"Since you cooked, you at least have to let me do the dishes."

[talesuntold]

"I do have a dishwasher, and it does a better job than you could manage by hand," she informs him, smiling. "I'll let you clear the table, if you insist."

"I do a traditional full Christmas meal here, though not always on Christmas proper. If you're willing to brave the grocery store with me tomorrow, you can make requests for dishes." Grocery shopping: not for the faint of heart. Some people, in fact, have never so much as entered a grocery store. Maggie shops there regularly.

[likeababyduck]

Sweets considers for a moment as he gets ready to start gathering the dishwasher. He's intent on pulling his own weight, even if it isn't the gesture he originally intended.

"I think I can handle a grocery store. I still go to my local farmer's market sometimes."