badfic_logs | Mothers Day Brunch, Open to all

Who: Mary Winchester, everyone
When: Mothers Day
Where: Parlor
Summary: Mary decided to prepare a mothers day party for everyone in the manor.
Rating: T
Warnings: None as of yet.

Anyone who had been looking for Mary the previous day and night would have been sorely disappointed. Particularly since she only allowed herself short naps while cooking everything to prepare for today. Had Dean been there, she would have had help with everything from cooking to tasting...mostly tasting, but she felt that she did okay alone.

She's standing next to the open doors in a pale pink dress with matching flats, paper hearts taped to the doors to show exactly where the brunch was being held.

As soon as everyone walks in, it's clear just how much work went into the place. Most of the regular furniture was either missing, or against the wall, as well as three tables with various foods and the fireplace had a small fire in it, just enough to offset the soft sound of rain tapping the glass. Positioning a few dining tables and chairs in the center and making sure there was soft soothing music being played just completed the feel. After the last bit, they all needed a chance to unwind and she'd needed to blow off some stress with baking. She may have had to use every cooking device in the manor, but it worked out for everyone in the end.

The first table held the meats and main entree's. Roasted chicken, turkey, ham...and for those with more particular tastes, a dish of hamburger patties and hot dogs with the appropriate bread and condiments beside it.

The second table, it could only be called a salad bar. Small cubes of cheese, salad fixings, and bottles of dressing occupied one half of the table, while the other half had a few side dishes.

The third table though...that was her pride and joy. Desserts. Chocolate cake with chocolate frosting, pies of every basic flavor, cheesecake, and a dish full of various cookies.

She'd wanted to make more, but with such little time and no help, she had already been pushing it. She had just been lucky that the meat didn't need too much maintenance, only the rest of it.

Locking the doors in place, she waited for anyone that decided to join her...even if it wasn't many though, she could store the food and it would serve as snacks and meals for a few days.

Threaded | Flat

After the chaotic events of earlier in the week, Gokudera had more or less taken to sleeping in... a lot. His schedule for the week thus far hadn't consisted of much more than eat, sleep, pee, shower, sleep again and hope everything stops hurting next time he woke up. Even now he wasn't quite out of his caveman-like mindset. He hobbled in much like he did the first time he and Mary met- half-asleep and in nothing but his pajama pants with a couple sticks of dynamite in the waistband. Only this time he was pretty bandaged up too, not that that really seemed to faze him.

He stood in the doorway... just staring at all the food. The only bits of coherent thought summed up as variations of 'Hungry. Food is here. This is not where food usually is. Why is food here?' and 'Do I eat this?'

After locking himself in his room once the clusterfuck that was way too kinky for his liking had ended and submerging himself in cigarette therapy to combat the smell of the mines and the earth and the coiling heat that felt like it would never leave him, Badou could use a distraction from unfunny inner monologues.
So this in mind his feet lazily carried him downstairs with the intent to totally veg out with a kung fu movie and possibly fall asleep and stay asleep this time in a big comfy chair, unbothered. And thanks to not checking the feed for Mary's heads up Badou will walk in blindl- er. Damn.

What he found was not a Bruce Lee movie special but what appeared to be a pretty swanky party in the works judging by the delicious smells making his nose twitch and, after a moment of gawking at the godly spread, he noticed the cheery woman standing by the doors in greeting. Nice detective work, Nails.
He stood there at the threshold like a big dork, his eye flickering to the cute little sign she'd obviously put heart into as he tucked an unlit cigarette in the corner of his mouth. He cocked an eyebrow at the hostess with the mostess, gathering his thoughts. Mother's day, huh? Someone who'd never had one to begin with couldn't really feel the sting of absence, could they?

"Man, is it adoption day already? And here I forgot to change my socks, shit.” Make no mistake Badou /was/ trying to be a little shit but his tone is light, teasing, his big dumbass mouth doesn’t mean any harm. He’d seen Mary around before, sure, vaguely, but she looked pretty young to have kids…

“Did your brats slave away fer all this? You’ve got ‘em with an iron fist, thatta girl. Er ma’am. Marm. S'impressive.”

Once most of the people have come and gone and the place is no longer crowded, a very grumpy and very unsure looking young man slinks in. Kanda remembers being promised noodles or at least something nice tasting, and the woman had seemed cool enough, so he turned up in the end.

He definitely looks like he feels out of place, though. After all, even if he was told he can still come, this is a 'mother' day's celebration.

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