Owen's Thanksgiving Musings

[donutsweeper]

Title: Owen's Thanksgiving Musings
Pairing/Rating/Warning: none, rated G
Word Count: 100
Summary: Owen's not enjoying Thanksgiving as much as everyone else
Author's note: Eighth in the powdered sugar crack!fic series. To figure out the secret ingredient Jack used for his bread pudding look at the recipe here.

Owen pushed the food around on his plate.  It wasn’t that bad, but it wasn’t particularly good either.  The turkey was dry and there wasn’t any gravy.  The green beans were squeaky, the black bits in the stuffing tasted odd, and bread pudding?  He’d always hated the stuff.

He looked up when Tosh commented about it being warm in the room.  The others seemed to be rather enjoying the meal.  Ianto looked lost in a blissful fog and Gwen was doing something with her turkey drumstick that should be illegal. 

Wait a minute, what was secret ingredient in the pudding?

Comments

[rustydog.livejournal.com]

Too late, I already did it. *g*

::ducks::

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

you realize he'll just take it as an opportunity to feel you up, right?

[rustydog.livejournal.com]

Heh. This is why I never get very far comforting Owen in my head. He's not the kind who would take it (without using it to his advantage, the twat), and I'm really not the kind who would give it. It's doomed. But sometimes I'd *like* to. I'd probably do better just buying him a beer. :)

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

at least he's such a predictable little twat. but, hey, beer's good too!