[ closed ] a very merry cadens christmas

[falcony]

Who: sam wilson + free cities fam
When: end of december
Where: cadens, magpie's inn.
What: the dimming might be it's own, abraxas-related holiday, but the christmas spirit is in the air and sam will NOT be spending it alone. time for a big family dinner!!
Warnings: language, possibly drunken singing, chaos.

It's hardly an uneventful time of year, but at this point Sam is used to that. Christmas or not, celebration of science or not, the homesickness hits Sam hard. But, thanks to a few more recent events, Sam decides that maybe - just maybe - he shouldn't try and push that feeling away and ignore its existence, choosing instead to channel it into a-

Wilson Christmas Feast.

He goes about inviting everyone he can think of - giving them an understanding of the vibe, the meal itself, who all will be there. It's planned to be a casual affair, with Sam cooking and plenty of alcohol and maybe some Christmas carols (don't worry, he'll explain those too). Come by for as long as you want, or as little as you want - Magpie's given them free rein of the main floor of the inn, and the kitchens beyond. Also, because Sam is just that charming and persuasive, the entire place is decked out with as many Christmas-y looking decorations as Sam could get his hands on. Garlands, candles, maybe even some mistletoe? It's got a bit of a Dickens old school vibe, but he did his best and it doesn't really need to impress Martha Stewart over here, right?

Bring your own cheer! Or an extra dish to add to the pile - Sam's got the main course (there is definitely an entire pig on that table) covered, but the rest is up to y'all. Drink, eat, be merry - Sam is playing host once again, and Jaskier is probably playing music, let's be real. Beyond that, everyone mingle. Hang out. Realize how small the Free Cities can be. We're all friends! Tis the season!

Comments

[cointosser]

[There's going to be a lot of talking in between for the two of them, for sure.]

That's not -- what? Hah, I see you don't have an --

[An argument. What is that look for?] Why would quiche not be a pie? Yes, we are having a serious conversation! [Along with breaths taken between all the seriousness because he has to drink. He has to be drunk for this argument, probably, or. He probably doesn't have to be, truth be told, but it makes it more fun. Jaskier is ready to argue it as if the fate of Abraxas itself hangs upon Dean's agreement with him.] It's an egg pie. It has crust. It has filling. It has floating bits in it -- all right, it needn't matter they float, but they're there. Imagine you put crumbs of bread on top, then. Is it now a pie, because it has a top? Has the nature of the quiche changed at all? Absolutely not. Its soul remains a quiche. Which is a pie.

[righteously]

Egg- egg pie, are you kidding me? Will you listen to yourself? That's the most disgusting- if it were a pie, they'd call it a pie. Apple pie, cherry pie. What's it called? Quiche. If it doesn't end in 'pie', it's not pie.

( It's clear by this smug, triumphant look and the way he leans in a little bit at that last bit that he thinks he's just played his trump card. )

[cointosser]

[Unfortunately, Jaskier will not back down. Which means this may be the argument that doesn't end.]

What do you think quiche means? It means tart. And a tart is a pie, it only hasn't got a bloody top. It's absolutely the same thing. Are you going to tell me you define a pie by the fact it's got two crusts instead of one? That doesn't make sense!