“I don’t know
if three turkeys will be enough,” Blair said, surveying the kitchen counters
covered with roasting pans, mixing bowls, and various pots and pans bubbling away on the
stove. “Trust me, Jake eats a lot. There are all you can eat buffets
that won’t let us come back.”
“And you
demolishing the desert table doesn’t have something to do with that? The
turkeys are twenty-six pounds apiece. We’ll be fine.” Stasi covered the sweet
potatoes topped with marshmallows and popped them into the hot oven so they could
brown.
“You did use
cream and real butter in the mashed potatoes, didn’t you?” Irma wandered in
with Phinneas, her beau, in tow. “It’s what gives them the proper taste.”
“It’s a good
thing we all have metabolisms that don’t mind the extra calories and
cholesterol.” Blair set the rolls on a cookie sheet.
“All you have
to do is try it,” Jazz coaxed, leading Nick into the kitchen. “It’s not that
bad.”
“How would
you know? Have you tasted it?” The tall vampire followed her with a wary look
on his face.
“You’re not
going to do it!” Blair and Stasi protested, aware what their witchy friend had
in mind.
“It’s a great
way for Nick to feel like he’s a part of the dinner,” Jazz argued.
“A glass of
wine is just fine with me.” He started to back out of the estrogen-filled room,
but his witch’s firm hold on his wrist wouldn’t allow it, thanks to magick
increasing her strength. She used her other hand to pull a container out of the
refrigerator.
“I’ve read
books where they do additions like this. So why not this?” She dumped the
contents in the blender and fired it up. She poured a little bit of the thick
mixture into a glass and offered it to Nick who reared back as if she held a
ball of fire.
“That smells
terrible! What’s in it?”
Jazz looked
into the glass but seemed to hold her breath. “Pureed turkey and cow’s blood.”
“That was
what you put in our refrigerator?” Stasi cried. “Jazz!”
“It’s not
like I put bits of an entire dinner in there.” She held the glass toward Nick
who kept backing away with his hands up to block the glass from reaching his
mouth.
“I’m fine
with wine only.”
“Nikolai
Gregorivich I made this for you and you will drink it!” Flames flared in
her moss colored eyes.
That was when
Nick disappeared in the wink of an eye.
“I cooked for
you!” Jazz shouted after him.
