Thanksgiving

[whenyouearnit]

Family was everything. It always has been for Rebekah, for all the Mikaelsons. Which is why she jumps on the idea of Thanksgiving dinner with alacrity and enthusiasm. Jesse likely hadn't realised what he'd inspire when he mentioned it, but it was too late to think about that now.

She'd invited everyone she could think of; those that were important to her, and those that were important to Hayley and Elijah as well. No expense had been spared, everything was going to be perfect from the table settings to the food.

Sadly things rarely worked out perfectly. Rebekah wasn't exactly a cook, her need for the skill minimal. A burnt and blackened turkey emerging from the oven, she'd done the only thing she knew how. She'd compelled their dinner from one of Darrow's best hotels. The Chef had willingly delivered up a roasted bird and more side dishes than Rebekah had even considered, along with pies and wine. It would be perfect, and she just hoped the wolves would ignore the scent of burnt meat on the air. Rebekah isn't planning on telling anyone about the delivery, completely planning on taking all of the credit.

She looks at the clock, tapping her foot. People should be here soon. Hopefully it all goes to plan.

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[whenyouearnit]

Rebekah trusts Alaric about as much as she can control him, which as he's now has all the powers of an Original is entirely not at all. But she's making an effort, and he's friends with people she'd rather keep on her side, including Damon. The bottle is very nice and as such she's appreciate and better disposed to his presence.

"You're welcome. If family is what we make it, I suppose we are connected." It's gracious enough a greeting, she imagines. It is the best she can manage. "Hayley likes you, so does Elijah."

She lifts the bottle, "I like this."

[notarolemodel]

Oddly, Ric trusts Rebekah just fine. That has less to do with Rebekah and more to do with the idea that she'd have an awfully hard time killing him just at the moment. If someone with that stake shows up, he'll reassess. As for liking - well, whether he's liked or not, he can sometimes see that there's a teenager under the ancient vampire, and that makes it harder than it might to really hate her.

especially after their conversation on the beach. "In some way or another," he sort of agrees, though he doesn't know what he really think about that. "You're welcome. I hope you enjoy it."

[whenyouearnit]

"I think that I will. Hopefully you enjoy dinner." Rebekah has learned since being here that there are vampires that can't eat regular food. She finds that both odd and distateful. What would be the point of such a long existence without things to enjoy. "Try not to upset the pets. I mean, wolves."

[notarolemodel]

"I intend to." Not being able to eat would have depressed the hell out of Ric. Especially if it meant he couldn't also drink. He shook his head slightly at the rest of her remark, though. "...How many wolves are going to be here?" Hayley, yes, but that was plural. And he wasn't sure how he felt about it.

[whenyouearnit]

"Two, three, four? I have no idea. At least another." She assumes he understands Hayley was going to be there. "If they've any other little friends, then them too."

[notarolemodel]

"Lovely," he says, somewhat dryly. "For the sake of the holiday spirit, then, I'll hope that everyone keeps their teeth to themselves and be thankful if it happens." He'd behave. His expectations for unknown werewolves and vampires mingling is perhaps a bit low.

[whenyouearnit]

"We can dream," she agrees, happy that he doesn't diasgree with her in this at least. It makes things more convenient. "Can I get you a drink? That's the least I can do as hostess."

[notarolemodel]

"I'd love a drink. Then I'll find somewhere to get out of your hair so you can greet the rests of your guests." He's starting to like Rebekah, but he figures small doses of exposure to him are probably going to be more helpful than forcing the issue. It's also her party, and she is the hostess. He's happy to have been invited, though. Really happy.

[whenyouearnit]

In spite of herself, she's beginning to like him too. "I have bourbon, if you'd like it."

She walks to the bar they've set up, plucking a nice bottle from further back out and offering it up for his approval.

[notarolemodel]

"You have just become my favorite person - at least for tonight, and probably in the room," he says, with an easy smile while he follows her over to the bar. "You worked hard to put this together."

[whenyouearnit]

"Yes. I did." She appreciates his acknowledgment more than she cares to admit. "Here. You take this, then. I should get back to the kitchen."

[notarolemodel]

"Sure," he agree, taking the drink. "Let me know if you need help, and thanks again for inviting me."