[MINGLE] Harvest Feast 🍂

[sixthiteration]

WHERE: 6I Inn
WHEN: 10 November, all day
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE POST
NOTE: Details can be found here.

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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.

Comments

[chirrutsluck]

"And you never hurt her," Baze adds, since that had at one point apparently been a worry, and he doesn't say it as a question. He says it as a statement he fully expects to be true. Usually people who worry about that sort of thing manage to keep from doing it. Usually, but he expects Clint to be one of the good ones in this case. "She sounds amazing. We never deserve the people who love us, anyway. Not really sure why they do."

Chirrut saw things in him that he never really did. He still doesn't know why. He's grateful, but that doesn't mean he understands it.

[pretendtoneedme]

"I did." There's guilt in his voice, and his head lolls back against the wall, pausing in his gulping of alcohol to bask in his misery some more. "I never... I never hit her, I never did that. But I did other stuff... I wasn't there when she needed me, I hid her away, I kept running off..." Sure, it was for work. She'd known what she was getting into when she'd agreed to marry him. And, most of the time, Clint knows that while he regrets certain truths about their relationship, none of them are really his fault and the two of them had worked together to establish a good life for both of them whether he was physically present in their home or not. Right now he's just too locked in his own misery to see that. "And now I've been gone for a year and she probably thinks I'm dead and she probably told the kids I wasn't ever coming back."