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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How well was Tahiri's innocent look working right now? (She thought she did it better than Gabrielle, thanks. Gabrielle would probably argue ~~omg selfmodding~~ but Tahiri was sure she was right.)

Hey, I know it sounds crazy but sometimes we're not actually getting shot at!

Not very. Karla had heard stories. Lots of them. Tahiri could probably tell that from Karla's 'nice try' look.

*I almost hate to ask what it is otherwise. Is it poison? I could probably handle poison.*

Aw. Well, it was worth a try. Yes, a try, quotes from Master Yoda be damned.

If you're on Hapes, probably. She wondered if Karla would either find the Hapan Court familiar or maddening, all of a sudden. You could just be -- okay, yeah, there's usually shooting. Or at least being chased.

She'd been getting shot at on and off for seven years. Fun times.

*You people need better hobbies,* Karla sent, shaking her head. *Or enemies who could at least wait until after dessert.*

Tahiri looked at her and shrugged broadly, with a melodramatic faux-sigh. I'm not sure we'd know what to do with ourselves otherwise.

Oh yes you do, Karla mock-glared. *You'd eat ice cream. I'm pretty sure it's in the Jedi rulebook somewhere.*

Might be a little harder to get at home these days with the war, Tahiri noted, countering the mock glare with a smile -- and she really, really was grateful to Karla for this, since smiling so easily didn't happen all that often lately. Maybe when it's over that'll be my special mission. Restoring the ice cream industry.

That totally wasn't the real reason behind the party. Shh!

Karla saluted Tahiri with her soda. *Tahiri Veila, Saviour of the Ice Cream Industry. That's a pretty good title. Just think of all the children you'd be sending to school and summer homes you'll help buy!*

It sure beat Tahiri Veila, Sith Apprentice.

Tahiri laughed and raised a half-eaten slice of pizza in a return toast. And vacations to -- Well. Ithor was out of the question now, sadly. Some of the nicer planets we have left.

That didn't sound disturbing or anything. Not that Karla would be pointing that out any time soon.

*Speaking of vacations, would you like to come home with me sometime? I'm plannning on organizing a visit to Kaeleer over the winter break.*

Well. It was kind of disturbing. Or depressing, really; Tahiri didn't share with people what had happened to Ithor, or some of the other planets that had fallen to the Yuuzhan Vong, for good reason.

Tahiri's eyes lit up. Are you kidding? Unless I'm needed at home, I'd love to!

Karla laughed outright at that. *And here I thought I'd have to persuade you with the promise of unicorns before you'd say yes,* she teased. *And while we're going to have the traditional Windsol ball while we're there, I promise it really won't be boring. Even if there isn't anyone shooting at us during the feast.*

Are you kidding? I love to travel! Tionne used to have to try and talk me out of going on trips with her when I was a kid, and it rarely worked. I suppose, Tahiri replied, amusement rippling through her mental voice as well as her expression, I can manage to have fun without the mortal danger factor for once.

*If it would make you happy, I could see about hiring someone to at least pretend. A good hostess tries to provide for her guests, after all.*

Good thing this wasn't a formal occasion, since the half-snort of laughter from Tahiri was far from decorous.

This is why I like you, you know. Not without her bratty tendencies, Tahiri chose to playfully imply that just possibly, that might be the only reason.

Which, of course, was highly silly. One might even say epically silly.

*Really? I thought you just appreciated how obviously non-discriminating I am it comes to choosing friends!* Karla, no stranger to being a brat herself, cemented the unformality of the event by blowing raspberries down the table at Tahiri. *Nyah!*

Oh, well. Tahiri made a face at Karla the way she hadn't done to anyone in years, one that was not at all befitting a sixteen-year-old who was here celebrating a promotion to Knight.

Because she could. So there.

I guess that's part of it too. Maybe.

Okay, that face had Karla choking on her soda. Swallowing and laughing did not actually work together. Who knew?

She finished coughing, but that didn't stop her from cackling like a madwoman. *Is that the face you show your enemies? Send them fleeing in terror?*

Wrong face, Tahiri replied puckishly. This is the decoy face . . .

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