This is what it means to have a family

[thebatbutler]

WHO: Bat Friends, Family, and Guests
WHERE: Alfred's hotel, in a private room
WHEN: The evening of 11/27
WHAT: Turkey Day Dinner
WARNINGS: N/A


Setting this dinner up had been a bit of a to-do. He had briefly discussed it with Bruce, but beyond having the younger man's approval for the event it had been largely left up to Alfred. And having it at their government assigned house had been out of the question. It would have been inconvenient for the other members of their household and besides that, there were secret identities that needed to be kept as well.

After some consideration, Alfred settled on one of the rentable rooms in the hotel he worked at. It would be large enough to accommodate and it wouldn't be odd to see various people coming and going from it if there were people who wished to keep their acquaintances here unknown. This particular room had already been housing one of the hotel's large banquet tables, so that was taken care of. A narrow table was moved into the room the day before in order to hold all the various dishes that would be available.

On Thanksgiving day, Alfred is there bright and early. Some of the hotel staff is assisting with preparing the food and moving it into the room. Six large turkeys and some tofurkey are in the center of the table surrounded by a spread that includes stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, cranberry sauce, corn pudding, green bean casserole, dinner rolls, crescent rolls, hot crab dip, crackers, a large tossed salad, glazed sweet potatoes, deviled eggs, pumpkin pie, and apple pie.

Comments

walks in belatedly :( also hope you don't mind prose

[boobwindow]

Karen has spent the better part of her life not knowing her family or their history, most of it lost to the multiverse or locked away in her memory without her knowing. When she had finally remembered who they were and where she had come from, she lost it in an instant. Unsurprisingly, family-themed holidays and other events made her feel somewhat awkward and even lonely despite being surrounded by people she likes or cares about.

After receiving Clark's invite, she puts on a decent blouse and sweater combo, along with some nice pants and flats, and joins everyone at the address she's been given. She doesn't mingle for long, eventually taking some time to scope out the hotel Alfred manages. Talk about fancy.

She finds Bruce not too long into her wandering. It's apparent he's hanging back, something she recognizes as she's done it herself many times in the past.

She lifts a hand in greeting as she approaches.

"Happy Thanksgiving, Bruce."

prose is love, belated is lovelier

[chiroptophobic]

"Happy Thanksgiving. I'm glad you came."

If not for her sake, then for Clark's. Bruce is sharp enough to see that he's a fish out of water himself, although the same could be said for anyone here, but Bruce is fortunate to be surrounded by all these people - family - even if they aren't strictly his. The alternative, to have known it and be here alone regardless, seems lonely to him, and truly these people are beginning to grow on him. He wants them to be happy.

He stepped forward - away from the wall - so that she didn't have to cloe the entire distance herself, smiling warmly. "I'm a little out of my depth, but--would you care for a soda? Sparkling water?"

Not that he has to pretend not to drink wine around people he already knows.

[boobwindow]

It's a strange feeling and something she hasn't fully felt in some time... mainly because she's been preoccupied with making sure New York is left in one piece nearly daily back home. She has to wonder how any Bruce Wayne finds the time to do the billionaire playboy and philanthropist act while eyeballing every little thing in the city.

"How about sparkling wine if you've got any?"

She's not much of alcohol person, though it's hard to be when you can't get drunk on Earthly alcohol.

"This is a nice place. How'd Alfred come by it?"

[chiroptophobic]

"Sparkling wine? I think there's a bottle stashed somewhere."

If anyone could find it, Bruce could--then again it was put aside to prevent the kids Flashes from getting their hands on it. As he searches in a wardrobe, Bruce casts a glance back over his shoulder.

"Alfred works as the hotel manager here. He can more or less reassign rooms as he needs to. Ah--ah, here we go."

And here's a bottle of champagne. Even if she can't get drunk on it, at least it's the kind that tastes nice. He peels open the foil wrapping, nodding forward. "We can't afford to do this very often--all of us together, like this."

[boobwindow]

He won't have to worry about minors sneaking off with alcohol with two people with hyper-sensitive senses in the vicinity. She may be alright with teaching kids to hone their abilities and having them fight alongside her against supervillains, but she draws a line with alcohol and R rated movies among other things.

"Thank you." Once she's gotten her hands on a glass, she takes a quick sip and smiles as the fizzy feeling reaching her nose. "That is nice.

Seems like the only times we do see each other now is during a crisis or holiday." Which is a lot like home, but the point is, this isn't home and never will be (for her at least). "How have you been settling, by the way?"