The Great Thanksgiving Feast - everyones invited!
Nov 26, 2009 10:50:28 GMT -5
Post by genie on Nov 26, 2009 10:50:28 GMT -5
Genie stifled a giggle when he heard the elegant white cat ask Claude why he was wearing a dress, sadly though Frollo was already retreating with her basket and affected not to hear the question, maybe he should zap him up an ear trumpet.
Looking around the room, he felt a little guilty that he hadn't managed to greet all his guests yet - the cat and the white-haired girl that Claude seemed very taken with included - but perhaps he would get a chance over the meal itself as dinner would be ready very shortly. He smiled back at the girl in his arms and swung her around in a wide arc almost knocking the drink from the diminutive, dark-haired older lady's hand as she sat sipping close by, Genie threw her a wink, yep he'd get round to the introductions at dinner, in the meantime dancing with Meg was very enjoyable.
There was some kind of commotion over by the sofa where Basil's dog appeared to be performing intriguing tricks with cheese, an indignant shriek suddenly rent the air and the guy in the black leggings leapt up and started to hop about gesticulating wildly. "Way to bust a move, Sportacus!" Fascinated, Genie watched the friendly discussion going on between Basil and the hopping man who slumped away complaining bitterly. He then realised that Basil, who was deep in conversation with the white cat, was again looking at him in a rather 'so now what?' fashion, sliding his eyes from Genie to Panchito (still clasped deep in the bosom of his family-to-be) and back again like a pair of black beads on an ever-tilting string.
Genie spun Meg around on the spot and then allowed her to dip him deeply backwards so that he was looking at Basil upside-down, "Hold that pose" ignoring the poor girl's trembling muscles as she tried to keep his considerably larger-than-hers bulk held steady he glanced first at Panchito and then back to the mouse apologetically, "Aw, c'mon Bazza, don't look at me that way , what could I do? He's happy isn't he? And besides you know he isn't really ready to get married, he likes romancing the ladies too much, he'll come to his senses later tonight and just think someone spiked his chili!"
In the midst of this, something small and blue scuttled across his inverted line of vision, something small and blue and carrying a plate of cookies, "Chawa Kacha Chaka Hahh Haa Bingo" a small voice bubbled up as the alien slid the plate onto the table and looked about him with large dark eyes.
Genie waved, "Stitch! Buddy! Aloha! Glad ya could make it!" Still bent over backwards he grinned at the mouse detective until Meg's knees finally buckled under the strain of holding him and he slid slowly to the floor at Basil's feet. "So, can I get you anything? Earl Grey? Lemon squash? Bath Oliver? Dinner won't be long y'know just as long as we can prise Claude offa the ladies here." Genie's eyes suddenly widened as though remembering something, "Say Baz, Claude won't let me handle the knives so I was wondering, when the time comes would you do us the honours and carve?"
Looking around the room, he felt a little guilty that he hadn't managed to greet all his guests yet - the cat and the white-haired girl that Claude seemed very taken with included - but perhaps he would get a chance over the meal itself as dinner would be ready very shortly. He smiled back at the girl in his arms and swung her around in a wide arc almost knocking the drink from the diminutive, dark-haired older lady's hand as she sat sipping close by, Genie threw her a wink, yep he'd get round to the introductions at dinner, in the meantime dancing with Meg was very enjoyable.
There was some kind of commotion over by the sofa where Basil's dog appeared to be performing intriguing tricks with cheese, an indignant shriek suddenly rent the air and the guy in the black leggings leapt up and started to hop about gesticulating wildly. "Way to bust a move, Sportacus!" Fascinated, Genie watched the friendly discussion going on between Basil and the hopping man who slumped away complaining bitterly. He then realised that Basil, who was deep in conversation with the white cat, was again looking at him in a rather 'so now what?' fashion, sliding his eyes from Genie to Panchito (still clasped deep in the bosom of his family-to-be) and back again like a pair of black beads on an ever-tilting string.
Genie spun Meg around on the spot and then allowed her to dip him deeply backwards so that he was looking at Basil upside-down, "Hold that pose" ignoring the poor girl's trembling muscles as she tried to keep his considerably larger-than-hers bulk held steady he glanced first at Panchito and then back to the mouse apologetically, "Aw, c'mon Bazza, don't look at me that way , what could I do? He's happy isn't he? And besides you know he isn't really ready to get married, he likes romancing the ladies too much, he'll come to his senses later tonight and just think someone spiked his chili!"
In the midst of this, something small and blue scuttled across his inverted line of vision, something small and blue and carrying a plate of cookies, "Chawa Kacha Chaka Hahh Haa Bingo" a small voice bubbled up as the alien slid the plate onto the table and looked about him with large dark eyes.
Genie waved, "Stitch! Buddy! Aloha! Glad ya could make it!" Still bent over backwards he grinned at the mouse detective until Meg's knees finally buckled under the strain of holding him and he slid slowly to the floor at Basil's feet. "So, can I get you anything? Earl Grey? Lemon squash? Bath Oliver? Dinner won't be long y'know just as long as we can prise Claude offa the ladies here." Genie's eyes suddenly widened as though remembering something, "Say Baz, Claude won't let me handle the knives so I was wondering, when the time comes would you do us the honours and carve?"