Title: The Rules of Hospitality
Setting: Pangs. Season 4.
Length: yeah, well it is 120 words but it was breaking my heart to try and trim it to 100. So I didn't.
Spike looked over the groaning thanksgiving table with some bitterness.
“Don’t I get anything to eat?”
“No,” everyone chorused.
“Well that’s not in the spirit of the Pilgrims is it?"
“It was the Native Americans that offered the hospitality, Spike,” said Willow. “And look where it got them.”
“Watcher, come on, as one colonial oppressor to another, how about a bit of turkey?”
“He is sitting at our table, even if he is all tied up,” said Anya. “We should probably give him something.”
Spike licked his lips. “Come on, come on. Only the breast meat mind, Rupert, and don’t stint on the potatoes.”
Giles slammed the sage and onion bake down in front of the vampire.
“Get stuffed, Spike.”