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[MINGLE] Harvest Feast 🍂

WHERE: 6I Inn
WHEN: 10 November, all day
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE POST
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In the wee hours of November 10th, before even the earliest risers have roused themselves for another day, items begin to appear in the front room of the Inn. Decorations first — Boughs of autumn leaves in their reds and golds, wreaths of dried flowers and silken ribbon, flickering candles among the goards and berries and acorns. The food arrives next, the decadent aroma slipping up the Inn stairs to tempt those lingering in bed — Every imaginable harvest time delicacy, from roast turkey and ham to smoked salmon and oysters; fresh, soft bread warm from the oven to plum pudding and ice cream. And did we mention pie?

Once again, it's time for a feast. The bar is stocked, the coffee is brewed and the tables are groaning with food. Indulge, there's more than enough for everyone — That is, if you don't lose your appetite worrying about what it will all cost.

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"Everyone seems to be okay so far." Claire seems to know his worry as she comes up to his side, her hand sliding across the small of his back in a familiar way while she keeps her eyes trained on the table of food.

Truthfully, she has already picked at a couple small pieces of food while wandering around, nibbling here and there just to see if there are any strange side effects. So far, she seems to be doing okay but she knows that Erik will be suspicious. Not that she is sure she can soothe his mind in any way but she does understand it.

"There is alcohol too." She says that part with a bit of a fond smile.

He smiles at the feel of her hand on his back. It's the little things that make a difference.

"Alcohol." He misses that, it's true, but not to much that he hoards it when there's some around. He's satisfied enough for the moment that there are no side effects to this meal -- no immediate ones, anyway -- and his stomach has been steadily growling louder for the last twenty minutes. "We could have a lot of fun with alcohol around." That was, after all, how it had gotten started in the first place.

"Which I suppose means I should eat something too."

Claire has plans to steal a bottle away to keep at his house for whenever they might want a small sip here and there. Or a lot of them if something crazy just happened and they need to deal. She knows that a few others will probably do the same since it happened the last time there was alcohol brought out.

Tilting her head back to look up at him, the corners of her mouth twitch a bit when she hears the growl coming from his midsection. "Yes and maybe do it soon? Or else you're going to drown out the conversations going on around us?"

She likes to tease him but she also slides her hand into his before tugging him towards the food. "Come on, I'll eat with you."

He allows himself to be tugged toward the food with no arguments. He needs to eat, everyone seems fine, and Claire's not suspicious of it. That helps him accept that this food is fine to eat. It smells good, anyway, and he wants to be free of the gnawing feeling of not quite enough to eat, for at least a day, anyway.

"Well I can't turn that down."

Claire is still a little suspicious but the hunger is winning out at the moment. That and the fact that everyone seems to be okay which means they should be safe too, right?

"That's the point." She offers a cheeky sort of a grin like she knows she has a secret power or something beyond her supposed regeneration which doesn't work right now. Reaching the table, she lets go of his hand so she can hand him a plate before grabbing herself one and starting to dish up.

"You do know how to get what you want, don't you." Not that he's going to complain overly much. It seems that lately, what she wants is close enough to the same thing that he wants, so it's not hard to give in.

Which is why he takes the plate without complaining and start to pile it with food.

"Only sometimes," Claire replies somewhat innocently like it's the truth. They won't talk about how she gets what she wants most of the time because it's usually what he wants too when it comes to some things.

After piling her plate up, she steps to the side and waits for him to finish up before she starts for a nearby empty table. Claiming a spot, she sits down and glances up at him again. "What do you want to drink?"

"A lot of sometimes." Although he's still not complaining. Most of the time, he benefits from what she wants, too.

"What did we have last time? I liked that." Or maybe what he liked was what happened as a result of what they drank last time.

"If it helps, I haven't told anyone that it's a lot of sometimes. They'll never know and they will think you're invincible." She chuckles, tucking some hair back from her face.

"I think it was maybe vodka? Or tequila?" She can't really remember at this point what it was they had been drinking since she mostly just remembers what happened next. It's a night that she looks back on rather fondly, especially as it led to something more between them. "Why? Are you thinking we should find the same and have a repeat?"

"What a reputation I have to live up to." Although it's not entirely inaccurate. When he's got his powers, he's hard to defeat. Though she means a different sort of invincible now.

"As I remember, we both enjoyed it then." And many times since then, too. "I see no reason that we wouldn't enjoy it again."

"Hey, it's a good reputation, isn't it? I mean, I could give you a different kind of one." She chuckles, scooping up a small bite of mashed potatoes that she chews on while watching him. She could go around talking about him and their arrangement but she doesn't. Not even to Margaery, really. Mostly because she spends a lot of her time with him when she isn't working elsewhere in the village.

"We did and we have enjoyed a lot of since then too." She voices his thoughts without realizing it before shifting to glance over her shoulder. "Should I go grab a bottle?"

"I'm pretty sure I could give myself that kind of reputation." He'd done a pretty good job of that back home, after all. At least those concerns don't exist here. As much as he wishes he had his abilities, as much as he'd unused to being the same as everyone else, he doesn't miss certain things. Being just another resident of the village has its advantages.

"Make it a good one."

"Don't I always?" Claire asks with a teasing smirk as she pushes herself up from her seat, winking at him before she turns to head back to the table with the booze on it. She takes a moment of scanning everything there is before settling on a bottle that she plucks up, reading the label while she wanders back.

"Have you ever tried brandy? Or should I grab some rum?"

He picks away at his food while she's gone, paying maybe more attention than he should to her retreating form. But it's not like what they're doing is exactly a secret, or like they're the only ones who are doing it.

"Brandy will do fine." That and whiskey are his preferred choices, but most things will do. Go without it for awhile and things start to look better.

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