A Thanksgiving RP
David sets the table as Erik carries everything there. There’s turkey and ham, a casserole, several variations of vegetables. The pies are keeping warm in the oven as they sit down, each at one end of the table.
The cats crowd in the middle of the table, two on each side. “Should we say Grace?” Asks Charles. “I mean…we should at least say what we’re thankful for before we eat.”
“Alright,” Erik says, smiling. “Who wants to start?” He lays his hands on the table, face up for the cat’s on either side of him to take, David doing the same.
Charles smiles as each of the cat’s take each others hands, joining the circle. “Why don’t we go clockwise around the table. David can start?”
“I’m thankful for Erik’s cooking, first off. A good year at work and the serendipity of finding all of you.” David smiles at the cats.
Brian pipes up, “My turn! I’m thankful for everyone being together. I’m thankful that Erik and David found us and gave us a home. I’m thankful that we found love and happiness.” Brian blushes.
Charles starts, “I’m thankful for everything Erik and David have done for us, I really don’t think we could have made it without you. Most of all, I’m thankful that we’re all together, because if we’re together anything is possible.” He smiles.
Erik squeezes Charles’ hand. “I’m thankful for having an expanded family to cook for this year. For falling in love several times over. And for not having to brave the grocery store this year.” He chuckles at the end.
Wesley smiles, “The grocery store was fun, it was like a big game of football.” He clears his throat, “I’m thankful for all the great sex that we’ve had and for much much more to come!”
Robbie hit Wes’ arm, “I was gonna say that.” He frowned, “I’m thankful for everything, because everything is perfect right now.”
David and Erik laugh indulgently. “It really is. Now, everyone dig in!” Erik lets go of Wes’ hand, but his hand lingers on holding Charles’. He has to let go to carve the meats, and he adds generous helpings of everything to the plates. David pats Robbie’s hand and then helps everyone get their food.
The cats dig in, well one side of the table does, the other side shakes their heads and eats calmly. “This is really delicious, Erik. Props to the chef.” Charles smiles fondly at Erik.
“I went all out this year. It was just David and I for years.” Erik leans over and presses a kiss to Charles’ temple.
“Remember the first year it was just us? We had leftovers for a month!” David grins and snickers.
“Luckily there’s a lot of things you can do with turkey.” Charles laughs.
“I think we found most of them, that year.” Erik says, reaching over and wiping a bit gravy off Wes’ cheek with a smile.
“We’ll eat most of the left overs tomorrow.” Robbie says, scraping his plate.
“That is a 30 pound turkey, Robbie. Two days, at least.” David snorts.