fandomhighdorms | 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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"Of course," Raven said. "Tahiri is still my friend, despite what happened." She was actually more uncomfortable about not being allowed to try to heal Tahiri.

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"Good to hear," Karla said, giving her a quick squeeze before letting go. "And as her friends, we have a very important duty tonight." She looked at Raven in utter seriousness. "We have to make sure to eat enough ice cream to prevent either Ben or Tahiri from going into some kind of ice cream-related coma. This is of the utmost importance. Can I count on you?"

"If they eat too much they will fall into a coma?" Raven asked in all seriousness. The poor girl didn't entirely grasp humor yet. "You know I will not allow such a thing to happen."

And Karla was really torn between telling Raven the truth or letting her continue to believe it. Cause it was kinda funny.

In the end, Karla went the route of kindness, mostly because Raven didn't need another reason to worry for Tahiri.

"Just teasing," she said. "Though the two of them do usually eat ice cream to the exclusion of everything else. So you and I are going to eat a lot of ice cream ourselves, to make sure they have to eat other things as well."

"Ah," Raven said, understanding the joke now. "Will they need to be physically restrained? I might be able to use my Soul-Self to provide a barricade should their hunger become too much for them to handle."

Karla pretended to consider that for a minute. "That's a good idea. Keep it on standby until we can see if they have any self-control at all. And remember--if we make ourselves gluttons on the ice cream, we're only doing it to protect our friends."

"Very well," Raven said gravely. "I will do must best to consume as much as possible. I will make it a personal goal to eat all of the mint chocolate chip ice cream."

"You are a good friend," Karla said with all due somenity. "A good, good friend. And in the spirit of your sacrifice, I can do no less than to eat all of the cookie dough."

The 6th Floor, Friday Evening

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