A Hexy Thanksgiving

“I don’t know if six turkeys will be enough for all of us. There will be a total of eleven of us with Maggie, Declan, Courtney, Lili and Jared,” Blair said, surveying the kitchen counters covered with roasting pans, mixing bowls, and various pots and pans on the stove. “Trust me, Jake eats a lot. One turkey alone is like an appetizer for him. He’s been banned from every all you can eat buffets in five counties.”

“Excuse me! Hungry gargoyle here who’s also helping.” Horace held up his free claw while the other one made a handy dandy nutcracker for the walnuts he was put to work cracking open.

“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 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 Phineas, her equally ghostly beau, in tow. “It’s what gives them the proper taste. All of that low fat and no fat nonsense will give you the right flavor.”

“It’s a good thing we all have metabolisms that can handle the extra calories and cholesterol.” Blair set the rolls on a cookie sheet to go into the second oven.

“Come on, baby. All you have to do is try it,” Jazz coaxed, leading Nick by the hand 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 can’t give him that!” Blair and Stasi protested, aware what their witchy friend had in mind.

“But this will let Nick 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 thanks to magick increasing Jazz’s strength, his witch’s firm hold on his wrist wasn’t letting him escape. 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. “It’s like an iron rich smoothie,” she assured him.

“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.

“Wine only.”

Moss green eyes shot sparks in his direction. “Nikolai Gregorivich I made this for you and you will drink it!”

That was when Nick disappeared in the wink of an eye.

“I cooked for you!” Jazz shouted.

May all of you have a fantastic Thanksgiving day.