a beautiful sight, we're happy tonight

[hypercompetent]

Who: the "pack" of arcanarum, humans, werewolves, and all.
When: christmas eve!
Where: stiles' house.
What: mandatory christmas dinner.
Warnings: ridiculous cuteness, married couples who are not actually married, presents, alcohol, ridiculous amounts of food.

[If there was anything that Stiles had learned on his venture to Make This Island Less Shitty and Actually Have Christmas Dinner (plan name his), it was that trying to get a bunch of people on a magic island all in one place all at the same time was really freakin hard. Particularly when you were keeping an eye out for things that were on fire all around the districts. Either way, his own house had been unbothered by the flames so far, and Stiles found his way to the kitchen in his house around one in the afternoon with an actual smorgasbord of supplies, a cookbook, his own memories, and clothes to change into so he didn't literally destroy everything he owned.


Somewhere in the house there was a little tree, a crappy Charlie Brown tree but still a tree, thank you, with a pile of messily wrapped presents underneath it, each one marked for their proper recipient. It wasn't his dad's matching papers (color coded for every member of the family--organization was not a trait of the Stilinski family, but being drawn to colors was), or his mom's kindergarten teacher wrapping jobs, but it was still Christmas, dammit.  

Okay, so there hadn't been a lot to do on the island the past two days. And maybe, maybe this was a little exciting, and distracting enough from the hole that his dad not being here left on the island. Standing in the kitchen, he shucks off his shirt and goes to put on one he'd wished up at random instead, ready for the mess that's about to get made. ]



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PRE DINNER

[hypercompetent]

[cooking/prep/turkey bringing/chef bothering]

SNOWBALL FIGHT

[hypercompetent]

[what part of get out of the kitchen did you guys not understand jfc]

ACTUAL DINNER

[hypercompetent]

[FOOD.]

PRESENTS

[hypercompetent]

[oh my god presents]

AFTERMATH

[hypercompetent]

[food coma]

Doorbell!

[gordianknots]

[Not having Christmas in Japan with Rin and the Mackenzies and too much scotch was weird. Hell, Waver felt that refusing an invitation from Stiles was impossible. So, at six on the dot, he was on the doorstep, clad in his warmest red coat and yellow scarf, with the ever present mercury familiar behind him. VH had, for its own part, been loaded up with presents and given a little bowtie, because Stiles' joke had been too good to pass up.]

Re: PRESENTS

[gordianknots]

[Presents from Waver to everyone are as follows:

Arya: Copies of the Iliad and the Odyssey, translated by Richmond Lattimore with a note of A different sort of epic. Have Derek read it to you, if you'd like.

Sansa: An absolute load of truffles, cookies (chocolate chip, peanut butter, nutmeg-maple and shortbread with lemon buttercream frosting), and three sorbets (blackberry, raspberry and blueberry), all with recipe cards for how to make more

Stiles: Zeus Grants Stupid Wishes and a Ravenclaw scarf

Scott: A werewolf squishable and a Gryffindor scarf

Derek: A set of four blank pint glasses, etching cream, a paint brush and contact paper with a note that says For your house sigil and a Hufflepuff scarf

Allison: An illustrated history of archery with a note that says For experimentation with bow and arrow and a Gryffindor scarf.]

[dohaeris]

[sansa has worked hard to make presents for everyone!

scott and stiles: swords and shields!

arya: a stylish chainmail tunic and a pretty headband to keep her curls out of her face.

derek: a large sampler worked in black and silver featuring three wolves circling a triskelion and a matching set of sachets stuffed with rosemary and mint, a leather and iron shield emblazoned with a triskelion, and warm black leather gloves.

waver and allison: lemoncakes and sweetbiscuit wrapped in hand-embroidered handkerchiefs.]

[dohaeris]

[in a rare bout of usefulness, sansa is setting the table.]

[hypercompetent]

[Okay, considering it's someone who actually rings the doorbell, it can't be Derek, Scott, or...pretty much anyone from home, so that leaves one of the girls orrrr--]

Waver! Come i--oh my god, he's got a bowtie. [ Stiles is obviously inherently fascinated by the blob, and he squats down and offers his hand in a high five gesture to it, grinning. It's still kind of weird as hell but dude it's got a bow tie on.] Good to see you got all dressed up to the nines, little dude.

[And then, in a flurry of movement, he stands up and out of the way so that Waver can pass under the kitchen door with the misteltoe first because no, he is not kissing Waver, thank you.]

C'mon in. Mi casa es su casa, y'know.

[gordianknots]

Of course it does - you did make the request, hm?

[Not to be ignored, VH returns the high five with one morphing tentacle, and wobbles at Stiles contently. It's good to be recongized, and Waver looks relief that the memory compontent of the blob's AI is still in fine working order.

Relief had, Waver walks in, pointedly avoiding the plant and giving it a moment's accusing glare. It's enough that he nearly misses the overwhelming mix of herbs, spices and poultry from the kitchen. Nearly.]

--I think I'm slightly intimidated by the overlapping scents, in the best way possible. Also, coat and scarf - where should I throw them?

[You know before he gets mistaken for being on team Lannister.]

[hypercompetent]

[Stiles is clearly tickled by his tentacle high five--definitely less creepy than Ryuunosuke's tentacle. (Is this what his life has come to? A sliding scale of tentacle creepiness? Christ.)--and he ambles back into the kitchen, opening the oven to check on the turkey that had been foisted on him by Derek.

Yeah, it does kind of smell awesome, thank you. He's grinning with pride and it's obvious.] It's not my mom's Christmas dinner but it does smell kinda awesome in here. I want to knock the werewolves out with the sheer awesome of it. [...oh yeah.] Uh. Just take it upstairs. Somewhere where Sansa and Arya won't see it, because...yyyeah.

[nymeriarya]

[The books are very big, and Arya's not sure if Derek and she can get through them on their own. Still, she's appreciative, and looks up at him.]

Can you read them to me, too? You're quite smart, and I'm...

[This part is said a little quieter.]

I don't read very well.

[nymeriarya]

[The headband wouldn't ordinarily be her style, but coupled with the tunic, it actually reminds her of the ornate detailing on the plated armor of the knights. It's a very feminine warrior look, but she loves the fact that Sansa's thinking of her as strong, nonetheless.

This earns Sansa a great big hug, the kind usually reserved for Jon Snow.]

[nymeriarya]

[ARYA'S GIFTS FOR ALL Y'ALL. None of them are wrapped very well.:

Allison: She doesn't know her well, but after she sees what everyone else has gotten her, she quickly wished her up a bracer like she and Bran used at Winterfell.

Derek, Stiles, and Scott: Warm capes they wear in Winterfell.

Sansa: A wolf necklace with gems in the eyes!

Waver: THE GREAT BIG BOOK OF WESTEROS I mean, Songs and Histories of the Seven Kingdoms. Maester Luwin often taught she and Bran from these books, and even though she's not too fond of them, she feels as Waver is as intelligent as the Maester, he will enjoy them.]

[hypercompetent]

[He tried, okay.

Sansa is getting a bouquet of flowers that's honest to god as big as his face, and a box of needlework supplies, as well as a couple of lemon cakes. He had to wish those up--he's a terrible baker, and the remains of his attempt at actually making them are smoldering somewhere in the yard--but they're there none the less.

Arya is getting a nerf gun. Stiles will gladly teach her how to use it. (And probably regret it.)

Scott is getting a shirt with the phrase NUNQUAM LUNA LUPINOTUUM on it; never moon a werewolf. He thinks he's funny.

Derek is getting the most unholy sweater known to man. And something else, but that's for the aftermath thread.

Waver is getting "some kind of tea"--wishing that up got him a box of assorted tea--and a book on Wiccan magic.

Allison is getting a mockingjay pin, because again, he thinks he's hilarious, a bouquet of flowers, and some sort of bracelet or something. It's typically how he buys presents for Lydia--if it looks pretty, he'd get it for her. ]

[gordianknots]

[This is because VH is, quite literally, a moe blob. Ryuunoske is becoming something out of Lovecraft. Your life is improved for having a scale of tentacle creepiness, Stiles. Now, if you'll excuse the blob, it is going to go deposit all the presents in the living room]

I'm not quite sure that you can knock a werewolf out via food, but you may come very close.

[Waver sheds the coat quickly enough and stuffs the scarf into one of the pockets. A red coat worries no one, it's just easy to identify in snow]

--Believe me, I think the problem is actually going to be Scott's present rather than my coat. But I see little harm in explaining the Epic of Harry Potter. [grin]

[gordianknots]

I'm not above trading off, and you can complain when one of us fails to read as well as the other.

And, if you like, we can practice improving your own reading too. I admit, one of the reasons I gave you these two books is because they're supposed to be read out loud.

[dohaeris]

[sansa is delighted with this hug! she doesn't ruffle arya's hair, but she pets it gently.}


It's meant to keep your hair from falling in your face. I've seen them on the girls here.

[in case she thought it was a tiara or something...]

[dohaeris]

[sansa is eating her very first chocolate. my god man what have you done]

[gordianknots]

[If you listen closely, you may hear the sound of no regrets being had]

[gordianknots]

[Food is less important than what is holding in the food - pardon Waver while he looks at the handiwork and gives a low, appreciative whistle]

--This is ridiculously well done work. Whoever taught you you must outmaster now.

[gordianknots]

[One does not rub one's face on a book upon recieving it, no matter how exciting and wonderful the book is as a gift. That said, Waver is really restraining himself. And grinning gleefully at the collection. Hand bound. Hand written because there's no printing press, and Waver can count off of one hand how many other texts he's been allowed to handle in a similar style.]

These are amazing and -- [okay that's it he's flipping through them like a giddy schoolchild, don't mind him] -- the scribe has very nice hand writing, and thank you.

[gordianknots]

--Stiles, I'd be slightly offended that you played into British people and tea stereotypes if this wasn't a very good selection and I didn't have a hopeless problem.

[He really has hit the book jackpot this year, hasn't he? He flips through carefully, skimming the pages. With a slightly more indulgent smile, he adds:]

And you've added to your own curriculum.

[dohaeris]

[sansa beams, but her smile falters when he mentions her teachers, as they are dead.]

Thank you, Lord Velvet.