48th Hunt [Voice] They hold no quarter. They ask no quarter.

[dudeimbatman]

The deities have a point about blood, sacrifice and ritual.

I think we oughta buckle down for something big.

Get some extra rock salt. Never hurts. Fill your gun with silver bullets and hey if you believe in the dickwad named God, might not hurt to pray to him.

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[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

[There's a pause, mostly because Anna's DAMN TIRED of war and battening down the hatches.] Not to change the subject, but have you thought about what you and the others want to do for Thanksgiving?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Eat. Together.

I told Rosella I'd stop by and eat pie at some point. That can be second dessert.

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

Anything more specific? I'm fairly certain I remember how to do a nice dinner.

...you know what I just remembered. This time last year I was talking like a pirate.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Dude seriously? You're gonna cook. Well shit. Turkey, dressing, green bean casserole, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, mac and cheese. The homemade kind, not the blue box kind. Rolls. That pink salad shit? With like marshmallows and cherries in it? Apple pie. Ice cream. Pumpkin pie with real whipped cream. Pecan pie.

[Considers the list he just gave you] I can help. I can stir shit and take it out of the oven for you.

Like a pirate? Did you have a peg leg or eye patch?

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

Um... maybe not quite all of that...

No, just talking like a pirate... for several days which is why I remember it. You would have loved it.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Three-fourths of it?

[That gets a chuckle out of him] You probably woulda smacked me after five or six wench jokes.

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

Something like that.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

I'll wear some of Sam's giant ass pants to dinner.

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

I'll make a grocery list - you have to do the shopping.