Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2017 8:05:40 GMT
Today on a Thursday Thanksgiving noon, it was a cold and cloudy day at the Abbey. Everyone in the Abbey was minding their own business, doing whatever they're doing. While Gloves was in the Abby's kitchen alone, putting out delicious feast for all the Angels and Heavenbents to enjoy. Since all of them was doing a great job of protecting the city from ghosts and fighting off demons from creating havoc, why not give all of them a hot delicious meal on a cold Thanksgiving Day.
Gloves already set up the chairs, clean the tables, put up the decorations with turkeys and trees, set out paper plates and silver wares, and set four scented candles that smell like pumpkin pie on the tables. He finish doing all of that stuff by himself at 8am in the morning and start cooking at 9am. He wanted to make the Abbey look nice and lively so others can enjoy while they're eating.
On the tables that Gloves put out was two pumpkin pies, two large bowl of mashed potatoes, two large bowl of stuffings, two large bowl of greens, slice two canned of cranberries on a big dish, one large bowl of whip cream (that he made by hand), large bowl of gravy, five different beverages (Ginger Ale, Mountain Dew, Fanta Orange, Pepsi, and Root Beer), smoked pork, and two of the most delicious turkeys that's golden brown and ready to chow down.
"Okay!" He said while he wiped his sweaty forehead with his left arm, "I think this is plenty enough to last about four weeks." He was so proud that he did all of this and hope that others would like the decorations and the foods. "Now..." He walks to his room and pulls out the Thanksgiving invitations from his desk. "...I need to deliver these invites." As he said that, he summons his angelic wings, flew quickly to each one of the front doors, leave the invite, knock the doors, and flew to the next one, and the next one, and the next one. All the invites was delivered to each of the doors, flew back to the feast, and waited for them to come and chow down with a smile on his face.
Gloves already set up the chairs, clean the tables, put up the decorations with turkeys and trees, set out paper plates and silver wares, and set four scented candles that smell like pumpkin pie on the tables. He finish doing all of that stuff by himself at 8am in the morning and start cooking at 9am. He wanted to make the Abbey look nice and lively so others can enjoy while they're eating.
On the tables that Gloves put out was two pumpkin pies, two large bowl of mashed potatoes, two large bowl of stuffings, two large bowl of greens, slice two canned of cranberries on a big dish, one large bowl of whip cream (that he made by hand), large bowl of gravy, five different beverages (Ginger Ale, Mountain Dew, Fanta Orange, Pepsi, and Root Beer), smoked pork, and two of the most delicious turkeys that's golden brown and ready to chow down.
"Okay!" He said while he wiped his sweaty forehead with his left arm, "I think this is plenty enough to last about four weeks." He was so proud that he did all of this and hope that others would like the decorations and the foods. "Now..." He walks to his room and pulls out the Thanksgiving invitations from his desk. "...I need to deliver these invites." As he said that, he summons his angelic wings, flew quickly to each one of the front doors, leave the invite, knock the doors, and flew to the next one, and the next one, and the next one. All the invites was delivered to each of the doors, flew back to the feast, and waited for them to come and chow down with a smile on his face.