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The 6th Floor, Friday Evening

Karla looked around and nodded in satisfaction. There was a big glittery banner that said "CONGRATULATIONS TAHIRI!" hung over one wall. She wasn't going to admit it, but playing the glue and glitter and paint had been a lot of fun. Though, with the residual glitter in her hair (and the occasional glittery hand print on the banner), someone might be able to tell.

There was one table completely devoted to ice cream (and wrapped in cold spells). The centerpiece was, of course, a giant ice cream cake with a frosted lightsaber on it. Karla couldn't make any guesses about how accurate it was, but there was a greyish hilt and a ~~I was tempted to say red~~ blue beam coming from the front. It was enough to get the point across, dammit. She'd had to explain to the Chilly Boulder guy what she meant by lightsaber anyway. Though he immediately knew who Ben and Tahiri were. The table wasn't entirely covered by ice cream, as Dinah had mentioned bringing some, too.

It's possible that there may be an ice cream shortage at Chilly Boulder tonight. Sorry.

In the kitchen, there was even more food; this time covered in warming spells. Mostly there were pizzas with a variety of toppings, but she'd also gotten some sides from most of the other restaurants in town. Someone wanted to have pizza with a side of lobster bisque and quesadillas? Totally not a problem. There were also a variety of drinks and, stashed away in the fridge, a few steaks and a chicken--raw, of course--for Blind Seer.

As far as she could tell, everything was done. And if not...well, they could cope. Now the only thing to do was wait for the guests to arrive.

...and try not to cut into the cake before they arrived. It did look good.

[For those invited, please! Up early for great SP justice! Hopefully I will be able to respond to pings, but making no promises. I am very susceptible to Quil, of both the Day and Night varieties. But I had to get this up. OCD~~on its way~~ up!]

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Tahiri got a hug. "Stop looking like you're gonna be the main course," Karla scolded lightly. "We're your friends. Celebrating your achievements is what we do."

Karla got a hug in return, of course, and a brief chuckle. "I don't think you'd do that. I just . . . wow, there's a banner and everything." And all of it was much, much more genuine as far as she was concerned than the whole formal affair on Mon Calamari had been. "This is really astral, Karla."

Karla just smiled. "I'm glad you're pleased with it. Especially since you were concerned about forks. As for the banner..." she glanced around, then leaned in conspiratorially and whispered, "There was a sale on glitter. I couldn't resist. I might have to sneak out of here early and clean up the room before Gabrielle gets back."

Edited 2009-09-18 19:26 (UTC)

"I think she'll live." Tahiri just had a feeling somehow. She glanced toward the piles of food and shook her head, grinning. "This was all your sneaky plan to make sure we got a decent meal, wasn't it?"

Sadly, in relative terms, pizza was decent after how little she'd been eating.

That might have played a part, yes.

"You saw right through me," Karla admitted cheerfully. "I was going to nag you both about eating some salad, but I have a better plan now. Unless I see you both eating vegetables--and not just the ones on pizza!--I'm keeping the leftover ice cream for myself."

It was a plan elegant in its simplicity.

~~Tahiri had the weirdest, most sudden impulse to start checking the food containers for Fatboy Industries logos . . .~~

"Karla," she blurted out, "that's -- really effective, actually." Also evil, but in a good way?

~~Aerosol soup!~~

See Karla. See Karla smirk. "I am a Healer, you know. Just wait until I figure out a way to convince you lot to sleep. Then I can die happy." The Look she gave Tahiri suggested it would probably take the rest of her natural life to find something that effective.

~~Or a Truth Bomb. It looks just like a thermal detonator!~~

Tahiri heaved a Very Long-Suffering, Really, Sigh. "Maybe that's why we don't," she returned sweetly. "The dying part, I mean, not the happy part."

"Ha!" Karla scoffed. "Like I'd believe that! Though I'd be willing to promise a long and healthy life in exchange..." she wheedled.

Tahiri wasn't going to be a downer at her own party by mentioning how she didn't want anyone to have to promise that, in case they broke it. Especially not to the person who'd gotten the whole thing together. "At least you scored one victory today?" she offered instead.

"I'll take my victories where I can find them," Karla said with a smile. "And I'm more than willing to rest on my laurels for a bit."

She understood.

Tahiri rather suspected she did. "And you deserve to, after all this work you did." And the work that was going to come, when the time to deal with Riina came. "Nobody's ever done anything like this just for me before."

Karla shrugged, looking a little abashed. "It wasn't all that much," she said, hastily. "Just some glitter and some pizza and a lot of ice cream...You totally deserve a bit of appreciation. I just made it happen is all. And who doesn't like parties?"

Tahiri Veila: tiny master of Making Things Slightly Awkward.

"I'm not a fan of the huge formal occasions," she said, "but you knew that already. I'm not used to being the one with my name on the banner, either."

She smiled, more naturally. "Just the one standing next to that one."

Edited 2009-09-18 21:53 (UTC)

"Hell's fire, I'm not a fan of huge formal occasions and I was raised in Court!" Karla laughed. "Which is why this isn't one." She pointed towards the ballpit. "I'm not entirely sure what that is, but a hole filled with brightly colored plastic balls isn't really conducive to formality."

Then she gave Tahiri a warm smile. "We all deserve to have our name on the banner sometimes. Even if it is only making sure the usual person has the strength to keep going."

[Sorry about vanishing!]

Edited 2009-09-19 19:37 (UTC)

"It's hard to be formal when there's a ballpit," Tahiri agreed, then gave in to the impulse to lean over and hug Karla. "I am so glad I know you."

"Everyone is, really," Karla joked, mostly so she wouldn't do something ridiculous, like cry at how sweet that was. And she hugged Tahiri back very, very firmly. "I"m glad I know you, too."

See, Tahiri could even make random hugs kind of awkward. (Just ask her Jaina.)

"That's . . ." She laughed. "Good to know, actually."

It wasn't awkward...just more touching than she'd been expecting is all.

"What? You think I throw parties like this for people I'm only moderately fond of?" she teased.

"People have had weirder hobbies," Tahiri teased back.

"Like eating their body-weight in ice cream a week?" Karla asked, all innocence.

"Hey. I don't weigh that much to begin with," Tahiri protested, laughing.

"And I can't really talk about people eating a lot," Karla said with a short laugh. "I eat more than most males in a sitting."

"I used to be able to do that. But it's more fun to tease them about it." Tahiri grinned wryly; she'd done it to Anakin, and later Valin too, more times than she could count. Force knew she never let Ben hear the end of it either.

Karla tugged out her Jewel. "Speeds up my metabolism," she explained. "I have to eat a lot or I underweight really quickly." She rolled her eyes. "When we fell asleep for a few days, I lost something like five pounds. It's annoying." Then she brightened. "But it means I get to drink most males under the table, too. And that they rarely expect."

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