Birthday Dinner(for perfectblue, <lj site="livejournal.com" user=

Fred was feeling pretty proud of herself at that exact moment. She'd managed to tuck away the first of Wesley's gifts, one particular envelope, until a more appropriate time a few hours later. Through some very judicious nibbling through the day, she'd also managed what seemed to be 'evening' sickness long enough to get the actual cooking done. Of course it couldn't come in the morning, and of course she couldn't be normal in this one thing. But small meals through the day were supposed to help, and if only because Fred was so determined that she willed such things into being? It seemed to have worked.

It was a normal enough meal. There was ham, and potatoes, a corn bread. Right from a cast iron skillet, of course. She wouldn't felt her folks glare all the way from Texas if it hadn't been. Plenty of vegtables for those who wanted to a complete meal, and plenty of dessert for everyone that didn't.

The cake was chocolate of course. Birthdays always needed chocolate. And on the other end of things, Fred had decided to give her best go at an English bread and butter pudding. It looked like it'd turned out all right? But that result was really more of a wait and see. She carried all of the food to the buffett in the dining room, and the plates an untinsels as well. It was a much more informal sort of arrangment. She trusted everyone to have a good enough time on their own. That done, she went upstiars to change. Everyone should be here soon enough.