Author: G
Pairing: Wes & Lilah
Summary: Just what is Lilah cooking up now?
Disclaimer: I don't own nuthin' 'cept the computer this was written on.
Author's Notes: Response to Just Human's "Wednesday before the four day weekend - woohoo!- semi-random word challenge" : The fic must contain the following words in any order: mendicant, potato, sororal, stuffing, copious, holiday, kinetic, pie,
dire, ax, shepherd, Cordelia, inject, football (whatever definition you prefer for that word), shopping, bear, bath, feather, pudding, turkey and be 400 words or less
AN 2: Sororal was the hardest word to fit in (it means "sisterly," and I had to go to three different dictionaries until I found one that had it). I totally failed on the word count: I could only get it down to 444 words (but I'm still submitting it anyway!)
"Hand me the syringe, Wes," Lilah Morgan commanded as Dire Straits played on the stereo.
"Syringe, doctor," Wesley Wyndam-Pryce said as he offered the requested tool.
Lilah began to inject the butter and herb mixture under the skin of the turkey. "You can start peeling the potatoes," she prompted.
He couldn't help but chuckle at the very concept of Lilah in the kitchen. Really, shopping was more her style. Wes grabbed a potato and started peeling. "Do we really need five pounds of potatoes just for the two of us?" he asked.
"It's not really Thanksgiving dinner if you don't have leftovers for almost a week. Really, Wes, I thought you'd lived in America long enough to pick up that much," Lilah teased.
Wes thought she moved about the kitchen in an almost hyper-kinetic way: taking the cornbread out of the oven, putting the turkey in the oven, starting the stuffing, checking on the turnips, the corn, and the everything else, throwing various utensils into the sink, and referring to several recipes and her copious notes written on them every time she turned around.
"Yes, too much turkey and too much football; that much I've learned." Wes said "I've never seen this side of you before, Lilah. I didn't think you were one for celebrating the holidays."
Lilah stopped in her tracks. "You're right, Wes. My firm doesn't close for Christmas or Easter, or any religious holiday. This is pretty much the only day we have off, so I make the most of it. This dinner isn't just for you. Besides, I couldn't have you eating at the soup kitchen with all the mendicants, could I?" Lilah added that last bit, just to remind Wes who he was dealing with.
"Yes, of course. My apologies. Well, tomorrow I'll make you a shepherd's pie with the leftover mashed potatoes."
Lilah smiled and said, "That would be nice." Switching topics, she asked, "Do you wish you were spending the day with-"
Wes interrupted Lilah before she could finish. "Dear Lord, no. Cordelia cooked last year; you couldn't cut the turkey with an ax! Not that you'd want to – there were still feathers on it. I was as hungry as a bear, and our Thanksgiving feast consisted of just the pies."
Lilah smirked. Oh, sure, she should have sororal feelings for Cordelia: cooking your first Thanksgiving turkey is almost a right of passage for women in America, but Lilah only felt satisfaction at hearing that piece of news.
"Well, no pies this year. Save some room for pumpkin bread pudding with caramel sauce. I picked up that recipe when I was in Bath a long time ago."
Well, I don't know if pumpkin bread pudding is an English dish or not, I just thought it sounded good. Here's the recipe if you are interested:
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