Gathering of friends

[survivesitall]

It had taken a lot to convince Clayton this was a good idea. He didn't like having people around his home he didn't need to, and liked crowds even less. But Elena had insisted, some of the people invited as close to Pack as they'd have here, and others hopefully trusted friends. He'd even coughed up a name or two when she pushed, something that made her happy. She found she had a lot of leverage since she'd agreed to start trying for children, even if that was something that scared her no matter how much Jeremy had told them of their future.

The setup was simple enough. They'd opened up the doors to the barn and set tables around in front of it. Clay had set up a spit with a deer, and it was likely better if no one asked how they'd caught it. There was a regular grill sizzling with sausages and for whatever people brought, and a bowls of salads for anyone who wanted them. Elena wsn't sure of how much others ate, but she knew she and Clay could pack away enough for three humans. There were pies inside the house for later, once they'd all eaten their fill of everything else.

There might have been a chill on the air, but that just made the day more special to Elena. There were only a few more weekends they could do this before it got too cold for most.

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[rulesofthewild]

She grins brightly and finds herself a plate. There's a pasta salad that smells good, too, like bacon and chicken and ranch, so she grabs some of that . . . and puts it on a separate plate so she has room for the deer. She stacks the plates haphazardly together as she joins Clay by the roasting deer. It smells so good.

[thelocalpsychopath]

Clayton is cutting off pieces of meat when Malia comes back to his side. "Here you go." He starts stacking the meat onto her plate and it's clear he is willing to be more than generous with how much he gives her. Stopping after a few slices, he glances up. "That good?"

[rulesofthewild]

Malia eyes the plate hungrily. Then she nods quickly. It's good, it's so good. She grabs a handful of meat and rips into it with a tiny, puppy-like snarl. Oh yes. It's perfect. Her eyes flash blue as she looks up at Clay gratefully, but the words don't actually come. Which is probably good, because she's not really giving herself much chance to speak, anyway.

[thelocalpsychopath]

The little puppy like snarl earns her an amused smile as he nods in complete understanding. So much so that he grabs a plate for himself and starts piling some meat on. "Come on, let's find a quiet corner and eat."