<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=53693.msg2488231#msg2488231">Quote from: Reign on 26-11-2009, 22:44:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">After she broke from the embrace, Reign gave Christa a pat on the bum and said, "Oh-and these are the choices with party favors. She held out a leather bag in one hand, and a frilly one in the other. "Either way, you get something good." Her lips stretched into a grin and she left them on the side for the redhead to decide later. "I have to get more things ready for the main event. But, you have fun sweets." She winked and finished off her glass of Jack. Molesting Mar in passing to one of the rooms. She had to prepare the games. <br/><br/>(Leave me in that room please. And with no visitors. -looks at all of you warily and winks- Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Bye for now. -hugs-)<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The redhead laughs at the pat on her bum and then looks at the two bags. Curious, she takes both and tries to decide. Although she's attracted to the leather, she knows that her inner girl has to chookse the frilly one...plus, she'd rather be used by the one in leather...not the other way around, so if that has anything to do with this, then she wants the frilly one. Taking it, she leave the leather bag there and waits to see when they want the guests to open the party favors.<br/><br/>As Reign leaves, she waves and can't help but become excited for whatever other events they are planning. She loved surprises.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=53693.msg2488245#msg2488245">Quote from: Lady Annabelle on 26-11-2009, 22:52:05</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Ugh, silly boys.  They are never around when you actually need them.  I'm not the biggest fan of the food, but I do love the pies.  By the way, my carmel pecan cheesecake is currently in our fridge and it looks absolutely wonderful.  I spent all last night baking it, so I am praying that it goes over well.  Both of our families are going to be there, so I really hope they approve of my culinary skills."<br/><br/>Annabelle giggles a bit loudly and her cheeks grow a deep color of pink at Christa's comments.  She makes sure to hug her tightly before looking her over in her costume.  "Oh, come on.  I couldn't pull that outfit off in a million years and you look absolutely stunning.  You look beyond any words imaginable."<br/><br/>Still giggling, she shrugged her shoulders and took another sip of her white wine.  "Every Thanksgiving needs a pilgrim, so I will gladly don the outfit.  Plus, it just seems to fit me."  She brushed a piece of her dark brown hair that had fell out of her white bonnet as she smiled into the beautiful woman in the Native American outfit.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>She turns her attention back to the gorgeous brunette and shakes her head.<br/><br/><strong>"You are impossible. You could pull off this outfit better than me without even trying. But you do look sweet and pretty as the pilgrim...although I think you are a bit less Puritan than perhaps people might think."</strong><br/><br/>She winked fondly and thought about the pie that she described.<br/><br/><strong>"That cheesecake sounds wonderful...I truly wish I could taste it. I'm sure you're a wonderful cook."</strong><br/><br/>She always felt more comfortable around Annabelle, and she was open to meeting and making friends with the rest of the guests as well.<br/><br/><strong>"We had the typical meal, although it's always wonderful. It was my first Thanksgiving away from Indiana, and my extended family, but my parents and I had a nice meal. We have plenty of food left over, and I'll be eating noodles and turkey for a couple of weeks I have a feeling."</strong><br/><br/>There was a slight sadness on her face as she recalled that her family traditions were changing as people moved and children were born...and older members died. However, she knew it was a part of life, and she cleared up her cloudy gaze before looking back at Annabelle and her friends.<br/><br/>((I'm taking the frilly bag.))