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Shenzi ladled another scoop of pudding into the air, grinning while she watched it sail over their heads, arching down, down, down... Plop. Into the back of one of the still present turkies, though she couldn't get a good look at the number tag around it's neck. But the bird set up a clatter, making a show of spreading it's tail feathers and pecking the nearby people.

Gaius snickered, lobbing a second glob of white after the first. "Have some second helpings!" Sure, wasn't exactly nice, but all was fair in war!

He didn't get to enjoy it long, though, as a mass of food, undinstinguishable as it'd all been mixed together on the floor by now, struck him straight in the face. Gaius stumbled back a couple steps, sputtering and trying to whipe the stuff off. "Augh! Peh!"

Lucas saw the second helping coming from Gaius and raised an arm to block the sour cream from getting him in the face again. Some did, however, fly past his arm and land in his hair. "Bleh!"

Wiping off the sour cream, then collecting more that had fallen to the floor, he tried to lob it back at Gaius, but came up short and watched it plop onto the floor a foot away. "Nuts." He snapped his fingers.

Shenzi, ignoring the now flustered turkey in the corner, flung another thing of pudding over the table, peeking quickly to see where it landed. She grinned broadly as she saw it splatter over Gaius's back, laughing. "Too slow, wing-man!"

Gaius lifted his spoon to throw another glob of sourcream out into the fray, but before he could, a lump of cholote, gooey pudding struck Gaius right between the wings. He yelped at the sudden cold and slimey sensation, now mixing with all the other goo dripping from him. He was looking more and more like a swamp person, his hair sticking to his neck and face in thick clumps, bits of salad dressing running down his front, and his tail full of who knows what. He was a veritable Thanksgiving dinner himself!

"Gya-a-a-aah!" He shook himself and turned to glare at Shenzi, nostrils flaring as he snorted. "Traitor!"

Rachel laughed and dived behind the table as Lucas threw the yams, only to watch Natsumi get hit with them. Giving the girl a sympathetic glance, she went in search of more ammunition, her dressing bottle being almost empty. She happened upon a bowl of sprinkles for the ice cream and picked them, intending on chucking them at the people on the other side of the table. In her haste, however, she slipped and sent the bowl's contents spilling over Natsumi.

Whoops. Natsumi had been mid reach for more food when sprinkles went showering over her, mixing in her hair and sticking to the yam-gel that remained on her face. She blinked, glancing up at Rachel, then giving a soft warm-hearted giggle. It hadn't been on purpous, judging by the other girl's expression, so what more could she do than laugh?

That and scoup up another blob of unreconizable slop(now complete with sprinkles) and chucking it towards lucus again. he seemed to be the target of the hour, afterall.