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a_holeinthewall2011-11-24 01:36 pm
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[jesse, 001.]
[There is something about impulsively buying a ticket on the next available Greyhound and hightailing it back to the Tri-cities that makes Jesse feel sufficiently... accomplished.
Because as far as anyone and everyone knows -- she wasn't supposed to come home for Thanksgiving. School shiz and general hecticness and all that jazz.
She bites down on her lip and quietly slips out the keys from deep in the mess of her shoulder bag to open the front door. No one is home at this hour. Mercy would be down at the shop, and her dad would be at work terrorizing people by the sheer force of his presence.
She has enough time to unpack, nap and then wake up in time to surprise them all.]
Because as far as anyone and everyone knows -- she wasn't supposed to come home for Thanksgiving. School shiz and general hecticness and all that jazz.
She bites down on her lip and quietly slips out the keys from deep in the mess of her shoulder bag to open the front door. No one is home at this hour. Mercy would be down at the shop, and her dad would be at work terrorizing people by the sheer force of his presence.
She has enough time to unpack, nap and then wake up in time to surprise them all.]
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[She follows suit -- so much for her plans of napping and staying out of the way. She doesn't shrug off the coat, though she does drop her bag on her dad's fainting couch before meandering towards the kitchen where-- oh that smells so good. Food. Food is good. She couldn't eat on the bus because doing so would make her nauseous.]
But you already have it in the oven. [She turns around. Gives him a look
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Yeah, but you think I've got the faintest idea where to go from there? Our Sweet Lady of Mercy mentioned basting but I'd get fucked before I know what that's supposed to be.
[just because he was the one with the holiday off, man. It's a hard life when you've got werewolf swagger, ladies and gents.]
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[She shuffles over to the drawers and rummages around for that one pastry brush she recalls her father using year after year. Turning around, she holds it up--]
See this brush?
[--and walks over to the oven which the opens... oh hello, that's really warm. She waves the brush a bit in a gesturing motion.] You use the brush to... thingy the uh, juices. On the turkey. [She shakes her head and closes the oven.] But the turkey looks fine though, can I go upstairs? Bus ride was hell. [/cue pleading look]