AN: I think I've just about got this published in time for Thanksgiving. Prompt 87 - "food" (which I gather is the main point of Thanksgiving anyway).
When Riku opened the door, he was wearing a very fetching apron, with pink ruffles and pictures of hearts on it. Roxas, Axel, Demyx and Zexion all took one look at it and roared with laughter. Glaring, he ushered them all inside, where Kairi and Naminé sat in the lounge, sharing a bottle of champagne.
"I hope there's some of that left for us, ladies."
"We brought plenty - it's in the fridge." Kairi waved one hand in the direction of the kitchen, and Axel started to move. Before he reached the door, though, there was a tremendous crash, a squeal, and Riku's exasperated voice shouting, "Sora!"
Axel sat back down hurriedly, deciding it was probably safest to stay put for a while. If Sora was in the kitchen, that was a bad sign. Actually, why had they all agreed to eat Thanksgiving dinner at Sora and Riku's place anyway? Oh yes, that was it. Nobody else wanted to cook all that food.
"That's the second thing Sora's dropped since we've been here," mused Naminé. "At this rate, there won't be much of a kitchen left."
"Who's going to brave the wrath of Riku and get some more drinks?" All eyes turned to Roxas, who'd asked the question, and then to Kairi.
"Who, me?"
"Riku doesn't get mad at you."
"Oh, alright." Slowly, she stood up, and ventured bravely into the disaster zone that was the kitchen. Before long, she'd returned with more champagne and four extra glasses.
"So, what was it this time, Kai?"
"One of the serving bowls, and it was full of potatoes. Sora's still cleaning it up while Riku sorts out some more."
"Oh dear."
It wasn't long before the six guests started to smell something burning. Sora raced into the lounge and dived behind a sofa. "Protect me, please!"
Riku appeared in the doorway, somehow managing to look absolutely furious while still wearing that ridiculous apron. "Sora, I know you're in here." Glaring round the room, he asked where Sora was hiding. Six hands pointed to the sofa that the brunet was cowering behind. Eventually, Sora stood up, a sheepish look on his face. "Explain to them, Sora, why we no longer have any dinner."
"I... um... forgot to take the turkey out of the oven." He looked so apologetic that it was impossible not to feel sorry for him.
"Never mind, guys. We'll cope." Naminé smiled, hoping to ease the tension in the room.
Axel reached for the phone. "Anyone for pizza?"
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By the time the vast mountains of pizza arrived, Riku had calmed down, the kitchen had been restored to its usual state, and the unfortunate turkey, now thoroughly burned, had been disposed of in the dustbin.
Raising his glass, Demyx made a toast "to pizza delivery services, without which, we'd be eating cremated turkey tonight."
Peals of laughter greeted this statement, even from Sora and Riku. "I'd just like to apologise for making such a mess of everything today."
"Sora, don't worry about it. We don't mind eating pizza, do we?"
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Though everybody thoroughly enjoyed the day, it was one of those incidents that stuck firmly in everybody's memory, and would be mentioned occasionally at future gatherings. Every time, Sora would blush, and Riku would bury his face in his hands.
AN: So, another holiday over. Christmas is coming up next, and what will these guys get up to then?
