Elvengirl: Sorry this took so long...I'm back at school so it's kinda hard.

You Realise You've Doomed Us All.

"What! What do you mean you're not cooking?" Dearka stared in horror at Miriellia.

"We decided that since we made Thanksgiving Dinner, it's your guy's turn to make Chirstmas Dinner." Miriellia replied, adressing all the males, who were giving each other uneasy glances. Reluctantly they turned towards the kitchen. It was Rau who turned to bring up the rear, turned back and said,

"You realise you've doomed us all, haven't you."

"So...now what do we do?" asked Azreal, as they all congregated in the kitchen, a mountain of ingrediants on the island in the middle.

"I can't believe that none of you have ever done this before!" exclaimed Nicol, digging out the turkey.

"And you have?" Dearka scoffed.

"As a matter of fact, yes. Now here's what needs to be done..."

The only word to describe the kitchen that afternoon was chaos. Everyone rushed around, making sure that everything would be ready that night. Shinn's eyes brimmed with tears as he diligently chopped onions for the stuffing he and Rey were working on. Nicol prepared the turkey, which had been uncerimoniously dubbed Butch. Athrun and Kira mashed potatos while Dearka steamed various other vegetables. Azreal and Yzak were in furious competion as to who could set the table faster, while Heine and Auel began to argue over what exactly went in the soup. Andrew, Gilbert and Rau attempted desert, while Yuuna unwillingly opened cans of cranberry sauce. Questions flew across the kitchen like bullets.

"Is tsp tablespoon or teaspoon?"

"Is this salt, or sugar?"

"Why is there green stuff growing on the stuffing?"

"Are the turkey giblets edible?"

Finally, after what seemed like eternity, everything was done...well, almost. There was still the matter of Butch.

"Hey Murdoch...does Butch looked done to you?" asked Mu, staring at the bird in question through the oven glass. Murdoch bent down.

"I'd say it's beyond done," he said.

"In fact, I'd call it charcoal," Rau added. Mu took it out. Butch was most definetly charcoal.

"I tried," Mu shrugged.

Around six, everyone gathered round to see what had been accomplished. Butch was charcoal, the stuffing had something growing on it, the vegetables were overcooked, the soup tasted like salt. The only thing that looked marginally edible was the cranberry sauce. Nicol sobbed.

"So..." said Andrew, "Who's up for takeout?"

Elvengirl: Hope you all enjoyed that. Again, sorry it took awhile. I'll try to get the next one up sooner.

Next Time: Don't know the title yet but it's fun with tobbogganing