Series: Hobble Gobble
Title: Hot Sauce
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-13
Disclaimer: Joss owns BtVS, Kazim(?) owns Roswell
Summary: Five Thanksgiving encounters...because I have nothing better to do.
Words: 198
A/N: Because this came to me as quickly as the sammiches.
Hot Sauce
Globs of stuffing were spat out of a dozen mouths at the same exact time. Had it been anything but Buffy's fifth annual Thanksgiving Feast, it would have been comical. As it was, over a dozen pairs of eyes were glaring down the table at her.
Isabel Evans had been shoveling stuffing in by the forkful, not even registering the said glaring. She fidgeted nervously in her seat, trying to figure out why they were all being so rude as to stare.
"What's wrong?" Isabel hissed to her boyfriend, Xander.
"The stuffing."
"It tastes fine to me," she frowned.
"Maybe that's because you and Michael made it," Dawn snorted from next to her, but Isabel saw that the teenager didn't have any problem eating it either.
"If you want it to burn your tongue off, then yeah, its super delicious!" Andrew cried, rubbing butter on his tongue for some inane reason.
"Why is Buffy glaring at me?"
"Cause Thanksgiving is her holiday, just like Christmas is yours?" Dawn muttered, ducking her head as Buffy tossed a roll at her. "Hey, I didn't add the hot sauce to your stuffing recipe!"
"Thanks a lot, Dawn," Isabel hissed.