NOTE: Lolita Cindy is an idiot who can’t read a calendar and thought today was the fourth Wednesday! Please scroll down for Lolita Maeve’s post, which is today’s REAL article. Lolita Cindy is presently hiding under a well deserved rock. Thank you.
“Hey, did Lolita Suzanne bring the pumpkin cupcakes?”
“Of course. And a pecan pie and carrot cake pops.”
A series of low moans of anticipated ecstasy fill the crew dining room.
“Well, then who’s got the turkey? Lolita Seleste?”
“No, I brought the drinks. Anyone want Sex with Captain Tightpants?”
All hands go up, of course. Then we realize Nathan Fillian really isn’t here, and she’s talking about the actual mixed drink. The fingers sag a bit, but most of us all take a glass.
“Lolita Cindy, did you bring the turkey?”
Snort. “Not if you want to, you know, actually eat it. Remember, I’m not allowed to play with stove tops or sharp knives. I did bake some bread.”
Eventually Lolitas Maeve and Maureen sort out who brought what. There’s still no turkey, but there’s plenty of potatoes and vegetables and fruit and fresh-baked bread, not to mention all the sweets. Lolita Teresa gets out the clockwork lazy susan and Lolita Cindy helps load it up with food. Ray guns and sword canes are set aside, and we all swish around in our hoopskirts or tail coats and take our seats. Lolita Seleste raises her glass, and we all follow.
Each of us toasts the things we’re thankful for: friends, family, steampunk publishers and people who make really good corsets. Even the dogs are howling along, except for George (the clockwork mastiff), who is far too dignified. The cats, of course, are studiously ignoring us.
Finally the scents of the food have driven us to the point of shutting up and eating–after one final toast. “Happy Thanksgiving,” we all boom.
“And many more,” comes a mysterious voice from just beyond the door…
Who is it? Hopefully we’ll all be together long enough to find out. Happy thanksgiving to you and yours, from all of us here at Steamed!