MCA #0 [Thursday Evening]

[bridge_carson]

After closing up the library for the day, Bridge heads over to Xander's on a mission. A mission to cook a dinner that would not involve any replicating of food. Well, okay, maybe a little replicating. If there was no other option. Because it's the 13th and that's usually anniversary-day but this month it's also Rosh Hashannah, but that kind of works out nicely since there's no one else in Fandom Bridge would rather spend tonight with anyway.

[ooc: for he who owns this apartment, yes.]

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[needsaparrot]

Xander watches him unblinking for a moment before replying, "See, just what I was going to make anyway..."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Suuuuure," Bridge gives him a look. "You could open up the pomegranates though!" he suggests.

[needsaparrot]

"I could!" Xander reaches over for one, then stares at it. "I could?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh," Bridge says. "Just cut the top off and then make like, five slices down the sides?" he attempts to demonstrate with a spoon. "And then split it open. You might wanna put it in a bowl of water for that last part. Makes it less messy. And trying to get pomegranate stains out? Not fun. Especially when it's your six-year old cousin who got juice all over her new dress and dude, you *told* her she didn't want to do that but does she listen? Noooo..." he rambles.

[needsaparrot]

Xander stands up and reaches for a knife. "I'll try not to get pomegranate stains on my dress. Wouldn't want that."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge snorts. "Oh, very funny. Your shirt, in your case."

[needsaparrot]

Xander slices the top off the pomegranate, then grabs a bowl and runs some water into it to do the rest. "Wow, seedsville."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Mmm hmm," Bridge says absently, staring at the chicken in the oven as if willing it to finish cooking faster.

As if on cue, the timer goes off, and Bridge takes it out and pokes it experimentally to see if it's actually done. Apparently satisfied, he places the pan on the empty serving dish in the middle of the table.

"That's everything, I think," he says. "Except! Oh!" And then he's grabbing the bottle of wine from the counter and pouring two glasses. "There."

[needsaparrot]

"Can't forget the booze - almost like a Harris Family dinner except for the fact that the food actually smells good and none of it's airborne."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"And it won't be," Bridge says with a nod. "I think the no fighting rule extends to cover food fights. Well, except popcorn fights. Popcorn fights are okay."

[needsaparrot]

"What about marshmallows?" Xander pulls out a chair for Bridge.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Thank you," Bridge says, beaming at Xander. "And marshmallows can be an exception too, if you'd like."

[needsaparrot]

"Well, not tonight. For one thing, no marshmallows."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Just cake, dessert-wise. And cake is not for throwing."

[needsaparrot]

"That'd be a waste, yeah. Unless we were invaded by demons that disintegrate when you throw cake at them."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"You can't just say things like that!" Bridge might be flailing a little now.

[needsaparrot]

Really, Xander ought to know better. "Well at least I said it now, when we've got plenty of cake," he points out.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I am not having a demon invasion during holiday dinner," Bridge says firmly, glaring out the dining room window as if that will make any potential attacking demons stop and reconsider.

[needsaparrot]

"I hope that works better here than it used to in Sunnydale," Xander says, thinking of a certain Thanksgiving dinner.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Aaaaand now Bridge is back to looking worried. "Seriously?"

[needsaparrot]

"Well, there was the Thanksgiving we got invaded by Chumash ghosts, and the birthday with the arm in the box..."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but... Hellmouth! If anything, Fandom's on more of a... Weirdmouth," Bridge says, still giving the window the occasional suspicious glance as he fills up Xander's plate and then hands it over.

[needsaparrot]

"Weirdmouth - I like that." Xander takes a bite of chicken, then grins. "...Can I keep you?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Consider me kept," Bridge beams back at Xander.

[needsaparrot]

"Can we keep the chicken too?" Xander takes another bite. "Not this exact chicken; that would be bad. But conceptually. A conceptual chicken."