Hermes (ever_mercurial) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2011-02-11 18:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | hephaestus, hermes |
Who: Hephaestus, Eupheme, Euthenia, Hermes, and Angelia (and a partridge in a pear tree)
What: Family dinner!
When: Thursday evening
Where: Heph's house
Warnings: Excessive amounts of cheer? Other than that, probably not a lot
With everyone coming over, Hephaestus had been more than a little tempted to have the meal catered from somewhere, if only to save everyone from his cooking. But he discarded the idea almost immediately, they were his family, surely he could make something that everyone would enjoy. He finally settled on something simple: spaghetti with optional meatballs, garlic bread and salad, with baklava for dessert.
Everything was ready to go, the wine was sitting out beside glasses, and the table was set. He was actually rather pleased with how the place looked. He'd just changed into clothes that weren't stained with marinara (an artist he might have been, but Emeril, he was not), when he heard the first knock at the door.
Eupheme was practically bouncing on her feet. An evening spend with family was always great and work had been hard this week. She needed something good, and to remind herself of the love so many didn't get to have. It was a true shame.
When the door opened she greeted her father with a huge grin, immediately going for a hug. "Hi daddy!" She held him for a while, drawing back and offering a bottle of wine, "I brought this, and are you eating? Don't make me come over and force feed you pancakes."
Euthenia was pretty closely behind Eupheme, and she heard the conversation between them. "I agree!" she informed her father with a grin. "You have three of us here to force-feed you now! Hey there!" Euthenia kissed Eupheme's cheek and then she hugged her father.
Hephaestus was swept inside by the whirlwind that was his daughters, which he didn't mind in the slightest. He hugged them both before addressing all of their points.
"Thank you for the wine, Eupheme," he said, sitting it on the table. "And to answer your question, yes, I am eating, but I would never say no to you coming over and force feeding me pancakes. Especially since there are three of you now, resistance would certainly be futile."
He uncorked the bottle of win, pouring both of them a glass, handing them over before pouring one for himself. "So tell me, what have you girls been up to lately?"
She beamed at Euthenia as she appeared and leaned into the kiss before stepping inside. She removed her coat and hung it up, "oh no problem. Philo's taught me you never go anywhere without some sort of gift." She grinned to the comment, "we're like the Borg. Only cuter and much less wanting to control the Universe. And we come with pancakes not weapons."
She took the glass and sighed. "Work. It's very draining sometimes."
Euthenia, who's work was very different than Eupheme's, decided not to talk about her charity dinners then. "Those poor kids," Euthenia said sadly. They had nothing and she could think of nothing worse. "But you're doing wonderful things for them!"
"You are," Hephaestus agreed. "And if you did try to take over the universe, there's a 99% chance it would be one of the easiest takeovers ever. No one would ever know what hit them."
He sipped his wine while the girls talked, chuckling at the thought of taking over the world with pancakes. Knowig his daughters, they could probably manage to pull it off.