( vid, both courts; during samhain, aka jon is That Friend lost at the mall )

[smithwork]

[ Look at this, it's Hiccup and Toothless by one of the heavily laden feasting tables. The latter's big head is napping on his rider's lap, sleeping off the sudden intake of thirty fish, and it looks like people recently decimated the fresh plates of food. ]

Dear Jon Snow, thank you so much.

Thank you for agreeing to meet us for dinner at a specific time and place, and then standing us up by vanishing off the face of the earth. This has been a super fun time. Please know we waited a whole hour and a half before giving up on you and tucking in, and will likely never consent to hanging out with you again. You're a terrible friend, your time-keeping leaves much to be desired, and Toothless thinks you're the one who needs to beef up more. You are a living treasure, goodbye. This is the end of our friendship.

If anybody happens to see Jon lurking around, looking shifty as usual and maybe even guilty, let me know? I may or may not have saved his direwolf one of the pork chops before everyone else tucked in.