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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"With you," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement despite her attempt to keep a solemn expression on her face, "I think it might be a very valid concern."

"I can stop eating it at any time," Ben assured her.

"Uh huh," she teased lightly, although she was pretty sure he could, and went to hug him just because. "Maybe we should start eating it instead of just looking at it."

"Before it melts," Ben agreed.

"Even if it hasn't yet?" Tahiri asked. "The problem is deciding where to start."

"At the blue part?" Ben suggested.

Tahiri studied the cake and nodded. "Yeah, I think we'll go with that. Want to help me cut it?" She tilted her head slightly and laughed, "Cutting a lightsaber cake. That's kind of funny."

Ben laughed, too. "I can help cut," he said. "This half for me, that one for you?"

"Sounds perfect." She grinned at him, picked up the cake knife, and held it out over the ice cream lightsaber blade to cut into it so his 'half' would be a little bigger than hers. She knew how much ice cream he could eat.

"And if people complain, well, too bad for them," Ben declared.

"There's plenty more," Tahiri agreed. She ended up having to put both hands on the handle of the knife, noting, "Wow. This is still pretty hard to cut."

Ben couldn't help himself. The lightsaber euphemisms were just becoming too overwhelming for his teenaged brain.

He burst out laughing. "Need help?"

Tahiri eyed him. "What's so f -- oh. Oh."

Don't mind her turning bright red, really.

"Um. Yes, please?"

Ben kissed her cheek. "Love you," he said softly.

Because she hadn't been blushing enough. "Love you too," she murmured. "Now give me a hand, okay?"

The 6th Floor, Friday Evening

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