fandomhighdorms | Magic Reserves, Wenesday Afternoon, The Preserve

When people began arriving at the meeting today, they would see that things were a bit different than usual today. For one thing, the snack table has it's usual assortment of warm beverages, but was missing the normal variety of snacks and there were a ~~handwavey~~ number of wooden chests piled off to the side, each one sporting a heavy iron padlock on the front.

"Greetings," Karla said, looking a bit more composed than she had at the last meeting. "We've got a fair bit to do today, so we should probably get started quickly. First, we have a talk from Tara, who was kind enough to volunteer this week," she paused to give Tara a grateful smile, "and then, we have an activity."

Merlin nodded and stepped forward. "Inside these chests is... pie." Oh, it was so spooky and magical sounding. "But, as you see, they're rather firmly locked up. So, the exercise today will be to get the contents of the box--unharmed--using whatever skills you have at your
disposal."

Mmm, pie. "Fresh-baked," Tony added. "And if you get one out, it's all yours."

Karla was really regretting that the three of them hadn't had enough time to bake the pies themselves, but hopefully J,GoB pies would be an acceptable substitute. "So, let's give Tara our attention--and a pie of her own for volunteering--and then we'll see how well your pie-retrieving skills are."

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"Three weeks," Dinah said, with a small bounce. "I've invited lotsa people, hopefully you guys will like it, and I know there'll be enough food, because Alfred always goes way, way overboard. Rolls and corn and cranberries and stuffing and last year there was a turducken and salads and gravy and potatoes..."

And if too many people got invited? Helena would have to open up Wayne Manor. Muahahahaha!

Okay, here was where Zack was going to ask yet another silly question.

... Ready for it?

...

"Turducken?"

"A chicken stuffed inside a duck roasted inside a turkey! It's nummmmmmy," Dinah said, grinning wickedly. "At least the way Alfred makes it. And it means there's always, always leftovers."

Zack's eyes went wide at that.

"Wow. I think the only way you could possibly outdo that would be to stick the whole thing inside of a chocobo." A beat. "And I don't think anyone would want to do that. Chocobo are not for eating."

They were cute! They went WARK. No eating.

"Maybe an ostrich?" Dinah speculated. "But no, not a chocobo. I don't think I could ever eat anything a friend of mine turned into once. Way too weird and worrying."

Wait 'til she finds the recipes for stuffed camel on the internet.

"Yeaaaah, that would be kinda awkward," Zack replied, wide-eyed. "You'd have to spend the whole time worrying that you're not eating your friend."

This was why Zack had kind of loosely gone vegetarian since the whole thing with the vampires. Red meat was way too close for comfort, that way.

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