Who: Dietre and Robin.
What: Thanksgiving for two.
Where: Robin's apartment.
When: Thanksgiving!
Rated: ??? Depends on how much booze D drinks, ha!





Why he was so nervous about going next door when he had been sharing a bed with the man for the past few nights was a mystery. Sleep was just..sleeping, very simple, no real conversation, but this was spending time together doing things and having dinner. And it was a holiday, one Americans made kind of a big deal about, but in the past it tended to slip by Dietre's radar. Maybe if Robin hadn't invited him so long ago he wouldn't have had all this time to work himself up over it. It would have been better if Robin had asked him last night instead.

He had no idea what time would be best to show up, he had little experience with cooking, and so he wasn't sure how long it would take. Before noon, or after noon? Hm...Dietre wasted a chunk of his morning fretting, no surprise there. He had to calm himself with a piano break. Pachelbel's Canon in D, a piece that was more buoyant than the usual music Dietre played. Despite his nervousness, he was in a good mood, a rather rare occurrence.

Finally he got his courage up, and a moment later he was knocking on Robin's door. Still feeling guilty over not really contributing to the meal, Dietre attempted to make up for it in his attire. He was likely way too over dressed, but he had wanted to look nice. He doubted he'd have many occasions to dress up anymore, now that he was on his own. A pale blue dress shirt, dark coal pants, a tie, and a waist coat. Very nice, rather too formal, and hardly the sort of thing a person should wear if they were going to be doing some cooking. Oh well?