Let us eat quickly-- let us fill ourselves up. {Harvest Feast}

[lastofthekellys]

WHO: Kate Kelly
WHERE: The Inn
WHEN: 24th November
OPEN TO: E V E R Y O N E
WARNINGS: TBA
STATUS: OPEN

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Aside from the days when she'd been too drunk or too hungover to get up, Kate's kept a farmer's hours all her life. Even in winter, when the bitterly cold winds that'd come up from the south and make its way through the cracks and holes in her ma's hut, she'd get up, get dressed, do her chores. But lately, it's been harder to extract herself from her bed. Benedict's been sharing her bed more often than not lately, and the chasteness of their interactions does nothing to change how warm and safe she feels. How little she wants to get up, get dressed, go out into the colder spaces of the Inn and do her work.

So, today, she's late getting out of bed - at least, by her standards. She's late getting down the stairs. She's late, so she's hurrying; she lazed in bed, and now she needs to start the fire in the main room. Start the fire, open the shutters, show that the Inn is standing and warm. And welcome, so she moves the -

No, Kate doesn't move the chairs stacked precariously at the front door as a rudimentary alarm of someone, something, coming through, because the chairs are gone. She neither dismisses it as one of the residents not getting the message, nor panics. Instead, she just opens the shutters to let in the dawn light and see if there are footprints, except, no, the snow has mostly cleared. The day is sunny. As welcome as it is, that doesn't help at all. Miss Hoppity jumps down from the foyer's desk to rub her face against Kate's skirt, apparently entirely unconcerned.

Kate eyes the cat for a moment, then approaches the closed doors leading to the main room. Closed, but with light coming through the cracks between door and floor, door and door frame. Cautiously, Kate opens one of the doors and peers in.

Then, she gapes.

The fire is blazing - hot, cheery - but so are the candles. The candles: candles on the unused candlesticks, candles clustered on tables, light up sideboards. Candles bobbing in bowls of water and apples. Candles white, yellow and red, when the village had none. Boughs of wheat, corn, decorate tables and the mantle over the fire, apples and pumpkins and collections of yellow, orange, red flowers seem to be everywhere.

And the food.

Each table is piled high with food. Roasted, baked, cooked on stoves and Kate knows how to cook, she knows how long this would all take, how many people, and it's impossible. What she's seeing is impossible to have done with the resources on hand: even an attempt would have woken up the whole building.

Disbelieving, Kate walks in. For a moment, she's entirely dumbfounded. Miss Hoppity, however, is nothing of the sort. The cat has leapt up onto the sideboard next to Kate and - well, Kate isn't sure what happens next. Just that suddenly there's movement and something large seems to lunge at her. Miss Hoppity yowls and speeds off: Kate screams as she battles something, falling backwards and hitting the floor along with a broken bowl of water, spilled apples and some tiny candles, and her attacker.

Pushing the food-turkey off her, Kate sits up and is, for once, entirely lost for words.

Comments

[zomboligist]

"Regrettably, twelve in one night," Ravi says, with all the misery that comes due with the memory of the morning after and how awful he'd felt after that bloody celebration to toast to getting his degree. On an empty stomach and little sleep, he hadn't needed the help, and yet, he had practically gone wild destroying all the remaining brain cells swimming around his head.

"I wouldn't advise you try that," he warns. "Two is plenty good to get a good buzz on."

[turned_to_steel]

Her eyes widen a little when he tells her how many shots he can drink, especially when he had just finished telling her how drinking shots work and she nods. She doesn't actually know if that is a lot because she has seen Cersei drink a lot of wine throughout a day but she is going to assume that it is.

"I think I will stick with two." She agrees with a nod. "I don't want to have trouble getting back home."

[zomboligist]

He looks at her, the slightness of her, and thinks that even two without much experience in drinking might be enough to set her back slightly, so Ravi sets aside the thought in his mind that he might end up needing to carry a young woman home to her family with her strewn over his shoulder. He can't see anything, whatsoever, that will make that look terrible. Not at all. "Maybe you should start with one," he advises. "Wait, see how it's going, then take the other." Worse than having to carry her home, of course, is the potential of her getting sick.

Ravi is long past the point in his life when he wants to be porting sick young women home, risking his shoes to the smell of sick.

[turned_to_steel]

Sansa pauses when he changes his mind again, nodding slowly. "Okay, I'll try just one."

Really, she isn't much of a drinker. She will have a little bit here and there but drinking means losing control in a way which is something she dislikes. Mostly because she always had to be on guard while in King's Landing.

"Maybe if I eat, it won't be so bad." She looks at her food while setting her glass down.

[zomboligist]

"Please eat," he says, a touch desperate to make sure she doesn't pass out, and food is the best way of doing that. Once she's started looking at her food, Ravi pours them each a shot as he looks at the one ounce drink in the too-big glass, sighing as he knows this probably isn't going to end well, and yet, here he is.

At least it's going to be one hell of a morning to remember, given how much his stomach isn't used to eating any rich foods and certainly isn't used to drinking alcohol to this level. He knows he's guaranteeing a difficult morning, but it ought to be worth it the night before, then.

[turned_to_steel]

Sansa is working on her second bite of food when she glances up at him again, watching as he pours them both another drink with a look on his face that actually makes her giggle. Maybe it wouldn't have before but the strange, light-headed and woozy feeling that she has right now makes everything seem a little more amusing.

"You look so worried." She comments after swallowing the bite down. She takes another bite while waiting for him to respond. If she doesn't get sick tonight, there is a chance she will be by the morning but she can't bring herself to care right now.

[zomboligist]

"Generally, tiny women who drink large amounts of alcohol spell trouble for the men around them," he clarifies, because he's had that experience with at least three women in his life now. That actually also applies to beefy jocks, given Major, so maybe he's just got an issue with the people in his life liking alcohol just a little too much.

"Have you got someone who can walk you home?" he checks.