Family Traditions

[charmedson]

Who: Chris and Prue
When: Forward Dated to Thanksgiving Day
Where: Prue's place.
Summary: I'd say this was the saddest Halliwell Thanksgiving ever, but that wouldn't count for all the ones Chris had after everyone he loved turned evil or died.
Warnings: None.


[Chris doesn't want to be here. He doesn't want to be doing this. It brings back too many memories of his mother hurrying around in the kitchen, trying to have a normal holiday dinner when the world was falling apart around them.

He doesn't even like turkey all that much.

So while Prue is trying, and failing, to put together a traditional dinner, Chris is mostly ignoring her by looking through the Book of Shadows. His hand flicks in the air in front of him, turning the pages with his telekinesis rather than by touching it.

He doesn't even know what he's looking for, just something to take his mind off things.]

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[astralling]

[Well, that's too damn bad, because while trying to finagle a pot, Prue gets a splash of boiling water on her hand. She curses loudly and falls back, pushing the pot safely on the stove with her powers while cradling her hand protectively.]

CHRIS. [Why is she always yelling that. Always.] A little help in here?

[charmedson]

[Chris pushes himself up and goes to her.]

What is it? [He he sees her cradling her hand though, he frowns and moves closer.] Burn yourself?

[Having control of his healing is still weird for him, but his hands glow much easier now as he focuses on the reasons he's here instead of the reasons he'd rather not be.]

[astralling]

[She smiles through the pain.]

It's so good to see you use that power. I think it's getting stronger.

[No wonder; its first use ever was curing her blindness. Prue takes his hand once hers is healed and promptly flicks at his palm.]

Thanks. Now come on, I can't exactly cook this thing on my own.

[charmedson]

So you expect me to help? Have you ever seen me in the kitchen?

[astralling]

Ah, no.

Can you follow directions?

[charmedson]

Have you ever seen me do that either?

[astralling]

Have you ever seen me take no for an answer?

[charmedson]

Well you might have to get used to it.

[astralling]

Sure I will. [She aims a spatula at him.] Tomorrow. Come on. We'll have fun making a mess.

[charmedson]

[He raises his brow in a defiant sort of way] You need to look up fun in the dictionary. Or better yet, google it.

[astralling]

Yeah, okay, and meanwhile, if you could loosen up for like five minutes, that'd be great. Since when am I the fun one in the room?

[charmedson]

This isn't fun this is trying to make a holiday that we both suck at making.