[RP] Christmas With the Mallards

    Drake Mallard
    By Drake Mallard Comments (74)

    Categories: Reserved Roleplay

    Drake had the Mallard household all decorated for Christmas. That tangled light incident really paid off. He couldn't wait until everyone saw what he had done with a little help from his father.

    Lights were up on the house. Christmas tree set up with gifts carefully placed under it. Stockings hung. Other various decor was spread around the house.

    Now he had to wait for the guests to appear.

      • (Nega) Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
        (Nega) Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

        Gosalyn looked guilty and apologetic. "Okay. I'm sorry." 

        She actually started to hand out the salvageable cookies to everyone in the room, not wanting to keep them all for herself. A cookie was okay. Drake was right, too many would ruin her dinner. She then smiled at Drake shyly. "It's really yummy. You're a good cook. I'll make a batch to make up for the ones I stole." 

        • Quiverwing Duck
          Quiverwing Duck

          "If you knew about it ahead of time, it wouldn't be theft," QDrake pointed out to Drake. "Then it'd just be... I dunno. Cookie fraud." He tucked his hip flask away for the moment.

          The duckling antics seemed to have cheered him up a great deal. He was wide-eyed and smiling brightly, watching them. He asked Jacob, "Do you mean, in general? Or with the kids?" He thought for a moment. "Or with your son? Because we don't argue as much as we used to."

          • Launchpad McQuack
            Launchpad McQuack

            “Okay, if you say so. But no valium later.” Launchpad cautioned Drake gently. “I didn’t mean to upset ya, but I couldn’t stand to see Other Gos looking that close to tears. I don’t mind warming up leftovers later if our Gos gets hungry later, and she should have enough things keeping her attention to keep her from getting wild when the sugar kicks in.” 

            Not helping much, LP.

            He took the glasses, bottle, and other drinks in to the dining room after giving Drake his own glass. Once he had everything balanced on a tray, he took them in to the living room where the others were, setting the tray on the coffee table. “Here ya go. One order of bourbon for you. And some eggnog for you.” He chuckled and offered NegaGos a glass. “Any other requests?”  

            • Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
              Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

              "Yeah, yeah," Gosalyn waved away Drake's warning about spoiling her dinner.

              Then she looked at her double in disbelief when she offered to make another batch.  The disbelief turned into excitement, though.  More cookies?  "I can help you!"  And by that she meant eat the dough.

              "Hey Launchpad, can I have some eggnog too?"

              • DarkwingPsycho
                DarkwingPsycho

                Jacob smiled at QDrake's barrage of questions.  "In general, but any of those topics seems worthwhile.  How was your morning?  Did Gosalyn enjoy her Christmas?  I imagine she didn't get much of that where she's from...  Was it just the two of you?"

                He brightened visibly when the liquor came.  "Ah.  Thank you, my good man.  Much appreciated."

                • Quiverwing Duck
                  Quiverwing Duck

                  "I think she's only had one, from the way she described it," QDrake quietly said, to Jacob, glancing across the room at his daughter. "She really enjoyed decorating the tree and making gifts. We had a guest with us this morning, though, which was nice." Even if it had ended a little awkwardly.

                  When Launchpad arrived with the promised drinks, he gave the bourbon a slightly longing look, but was unsure if a drink would make his nerves better or worse. He smiled at the tall drake and said, "Thank you, I'm fine for now."

                  • Drake Mallard
                    Drake Mallard

                    "It's alright." Drake said softly to NGos before his disappearance into the kitchen. "Thank you. I'm glad you think so."

                    He only sighed at his twin's comment. He wondered what he was teaching that poor girl.

                    "I'll try to remember not to take it." Drake looked up at LP. "I'm just really nervous tonight." He was worried things could go wrong or him messing up.

                    Sometime later Drake called everyone into the kitchen. "Dinner is ready!"

                    The plates and silverware were neatly laid out on the table which was covered in a nice red table cloth. The food was all placed in the center of the table with the meats as the center piece.

                    There was a golden whole turkey with all of the trimmings and a black forest ham as Drake didn't know which everyone would prefer although they could have a little bit of both. The sides included the sweet potato and green bean casseroles Launchpad had made, creamy mashed potatoes, a corn casserole, cranberry sauce slices, deviled eggs that were neatly decorated with paprika, buttered rolls, and baked mac n' cheese with a breadcrumb topping.

                    "Have a seat and after we say the prayer you can help yourselves to whatever you want." Drake smiled.

                    • (Nega) Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
                      (Nega) Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

                      Gosalyn looked happy when her counterpart offered to help. "Sure! Wanna measure the flour for me? And be my taste tester?" 

                      She curtseyed for Launchpad when he gave her the eggnog. "Oh, it smells so good! Thank you!" she said cheerfully. 

                      When Drake announced that dinner was ready, she skipped over to the dining room excitedly, oohing and aahing at the decor. It looked delicious. And she made sure Drake knew that. 

                      "Ooh, may I say the prayer?" she hopped up and down, her hand raised. 

                      • Launchpad McQuack
                        Launchpad McQuack

                        ”Don’t worry, Pal. It’s the season of forgiving and sharing. Nothing could spoil this dinner, aside from a sudden attack of a stomach bug or a supervillain.” Launchpad “assured” Drake before leaving him with those loveky thoughts to take the drinks to everyone.

                        Please don’t jinx dinner, LP...

                         

                        He was all smiles while he distributed the drinks.

                        “Sure thing! There’s plenty for everyone.” Launchpad managed to hand his Gosalyn a glass of eggnog without spilling it. He got a few drops on the tray but that was nothing to worry about.

                        Once everyone had something to wet their whistle and keep the tummy growls at bay, Launchpad put away the cold drinks and rejoined the crowd, offering to turn on tv to entertain everyone until dinner was ready.

                        He was just as admirative and appreciative of the picture perfect dinner as NegaGosalyn. “Oh boy oh boy! It smells so good my tastebuds are doing cartwheels. Hehe.”

                        He waited for their guests to take their seats first, helpfully offering seat cushions for the two Gosalyns so that they would not have to reach so far, and pushing the chairs in for them once they were seated. He offered to help carve whichever roast meat ended up being closest to him after the meal was blessed. 

                         

                        • Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
                          Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

                          Gosalyn beamed at NegaGosalyn.  "Now that I can do!"  She thanked Launchpad for the eggnog and drank it quickly.  Apparently I was really good!

                          Then when dinner was ready, she ran to the table and sat down next to her dad, grinning.  "Geez, Dad, you really outdid yourself this year!  Everything looks great!"

                          She was just starting to reach for a casserole to stick her finger in when NegaGos offered to say the blessing.  With a small but good-natured grumble, she sat back in the seat and waited for it to be over so they could get to the eating part.

                          • Quiverwing Duck
                            Quiverwing Duck

                            Upon seeing the picture-perfect laden table, Quiverwing boggled silently and stared at it as if it were some sort of alien landscape. He rubbed the back of his head as he stood there, some memories trying to feebly be remembered, like bubbles meandering slowly through a miasma but never escaping it.

                            After a long moment he gave up, because it would be weird to continue standing there, especially since Launchpad seemed to be waiting for everyone to get settled. After sitting down, he said as graciously as possible, "It all looks very beautiful. Thank you for sharing it with us."

                            • DarkwingPsycho
                              DarkwingPsycho

                              Jacob looked over the meal with raised eyebrows, clearly impressed.  He clapped Drake on the back.  "You've done a fine job, son.  Like your mother used to make, mmm?  Why don't you go ahead and slice up that turkey.  I'll send the potatoes around..."

                              They all sat and chatted and ate merrily, passing food wherever it was needed and enjoying each other's company.  Jacob couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so at home.

                              • Drake Mallard
                                Drake Mallard

                                "Thank you everyone. I'm glad everyone likes it." Drake's face was red again from a blush. He was proud that he had made such an impression on everyone. It wouldn't help his ego one bit.

                                "You may say grace." He nodded to NGos.

                                When the food was blessed, he carved the turkey into slices and let everyone pick out what they wanted. He waited until everyone else had their plates filled before filling his own.

                                "Before it gets too late, after dinner, I'm taking everyone sledding." Drake said and looked at QDrake. "That includes you too."

                                This should be interesting.

                                • (Nega) Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
                                  (Nega) Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

                                  Gosalyn's prayer was short and sweet, about being thankful for the wonderful dinner, and Christmas, and all the friends and family they were celebrating with. 

                                  She then helped herself to the food with great care. It almost looked too beautiful to eat. And it was just as delicious as it looked! She made sure to compliment Drake on how good it was. 

                                  And made sure her dad was eating enough too, by piling helpings on his plate. He always never seemed to be eating as much as he was supposed to eat. But tonight, she made sure that would change. 

                                  "Sledding?" she squealed in excitement. "Best Christmas ever!" 

                                  Ah, but it was her first actual Christmas. 

                                  • Launchpad McQuack
                                    Launchpad McQuack

                                    “I’ll carve the ham. Load it up!” Launchpad passed his plate for various food stuffs to be added to it, collecting the others plates to add whatever was near him to theirs. He grinned.

                                    ”It was real nice of the neighbor next door to build that snow mound in their yard again this year, like they did last year. We haven’t had as much snow this year, but Gos should still be able to use the sled Santa gave her.  Heh. Remember that skating ramp we iced over last year so that you can sled after the snow melted off? Hoo boy. I sure wiped out in the gardening shed. Hehe. Good thing the shovel and rake were bolted on the wall.”

                                    • Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
                                      Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

                                      "All right!" Gosalyn cheered through a mouthful of food.  She was excited to use the "prehistoric" sled she had received the year before.  After swallowing, she giggled at the memory.  "Hey, yeah!  Maybe we can make it even TALLER this year!  We'll just...move all of the sharp things first."

                                      • Quiverwing Duck
                                        Quiverwing Duck

                                        It was good that everyone else seemed excited about sledding. It meant Quiverwing could let them be excited for him. But, he had promised he'd do it, and he would do it.

                                        He had also promised himself that he would behave like a normal person and eat a reasonable amount of food. That had been slightly foiled by his daughter who kept giving him more, prompting him to whisper to her, "Honey, stop please, I really cannot eat this much."

                                        The fact that he did was the reason why he ultimately ended up laying on the sofa with the crook of one arm covering his eyes, looking as if he might actually die while his body reacted with quiet confusion to such a massive (for him) influx of wholesome, nutritious food.

                                        • DarkwingPsycho
                                          DarkwingPsycho

                                          Jacob enjoyed the time spent with everyone.  It felt like the echo of times past, times he had missed, and he was content to relish it while he had it. He knew it couldn't last long.  He had to keep his distance from his son and his family lest a certain double of his come back into the picture.

                                          Not long after, while the kids were bundling up for sledding, he sat down in an armchair near where QDrake was laying miserably.  "Too much?" he questioned with a knowing smile.

                                          • Drake Mallard
                                            Drake Mallard

                                            After dinner was finished and the dishes put away in the dishwasher to be cleaned later, Drake stood over QDrake looking down at the 'dying' duck and put his hands on his hips as he made an exaggerated sigh.

                                            "You're not dying. Gosh. It was just some food. That was pretty much a normal plate full." He shook his head. "Until you do something like eat the entire supply of fortune cookies at a Chinese restaurant to find a clue during a case, then you can whine."

                                            Really. You're being dramatic. Usuaully, Drake was the only drama queen around here.

                                            Then Drake prodded him. "Come on. You're coming sledding with us. You can work off that food baby while having fun."

                                            Assuming if his twin even knew what fun was.

                                            "Now then." The duck turned to his daughter. "You're not going to take NGos down that ramp like you and Launchpad did last year. LP was lucky he didn't get impaled by the gardening tools in the shed." Then his eyes wandered to said pilot. "Please, don't crash again. Or crash our guests."

                                            Drake was a total fretting dad right now.

                                            "And make sure you all bundle up before going out."

                                            • (Nega) Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
                                              (Nega) Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

                                              Gosalyn listened to their sledding tales, her green eyes huge. 

                                              "Wow. That sounds like a lot of fun!" she cheered. "Let's try that!" 

                                              But when Drake objected, she just gave him a sad pout and an "aww...", but did not complain. 

                                              She walked over to hug QDrake. "I'm sorry for giving you too much food. You don't usually eat a lot and I just get worried. I hope you'll be okay." 

                                              • Launchpad McQuack
                                                Launchpad McQuack

                                                “No problemo, Drake! Hehe. I brought out a spare tire to use as a sled, too, so between that, the plastic disc we used before, and Gos’s sled, we can give three pairs turns all at the same time! Although I probably ought to bring in the ice chest. The picnic table has already been put away. I can move an old mattress in front of the shed, too, for some protection. I’ll go do that now.” 

                                                Launchpad donned gloves and a fuzzy hat over his aviator cap on his way out the door to prepare the backyard. 

                                                The aforementioned snowmound completely covered the fence between the yards, with some plywood on both sides to even out the slope. It was not quite as tall as a house, but still high enough to be seen from a distance. Some other kids had dug a sort of staircase up the slope over the week, but Launchpad had shoveled some more snow onto the mound to smooth out the ruts last night. It was fresh and gleaming, ready to entertain its next passengers. 

                                                The shed was not in the direct course of the mound, and technically it should be far enough away and angled far enough off the sledding path to be able to steer clear... But Launchpad was a little too enthusiastic about speed and the skating ramp incident had been much closer to the shed. It was better to play it safe than break out the ice packs and aspirin later. 

                                                • Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
                                                  Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

                                                  Gosalyn barely waited for anyone as she threw on her winter gear and bolted outside, picking up her sled on the way out.  "Finally!" she whooped, having waited all day for this.  She clambered up the ramp and threw herself down.  "Wahooooooo!"

                                                  It was a good thing Launchpad had moved the mattress near the shed, because Gosalyn flew through the air and crash landed there.

                                                  • Quiverwing Duck
                                                    Quiverwing Duck

                                                    After being repeatedly shot, stabbed, beaten, and thrown into a variety of death traps, it would be a little anticlimactic if QDrake died just by eating a proper meal for once. Moving his arm to reveal his bleary eyes, he gave Jacob a slow nod.

                                                    "It's not a reflection on your cooking, which is great, by the way," he told Drake. Only privately did he question how 'fun' could be applied to anything that had to do with 'snow'. Pushing himself to sit up, he gave his daughter a kiss on the top of her head and said, "I'll be fine, sweetheart. Go and play, I'll be along soon."

                                                    "This is all very surreal," he remarked to Jacob, as he stood up from the couch. "I mean it's not just me thinking that, right?"

                                                    • DarkwingPsycho
                                                      DarkwingPsycho

                                                      "What, being in this house again on Christmas with people you never thought you'd see again?  Or at least in your case, with people who look like those people?"  He clapped a hand on QDrake's shoulder and shook it slightly just once.  "You have no idea."

                                                      He turned toward Drake and grinned.  "You still have that old sled, boy?"  He was referring to the one he and Gail had given him for Christmas when he was about four.  One that had once belonged to him.  Unfortunately, this was the same "prehistoric sled" Gosalyn had found last year that had subsequently disintegrated.