fandomhighdorms | Francine's Birthday Party, Sixth Floor Common Room, Thursday Late Afternoon/Evening

Katchoo had felt justified in blowing most of her last paycheck on food for this party, because this was a girl who would eat half-raw macaroni and cheese if left to her own devices and you really didn't want her cooking. It helped to have a radio cohost who ran the diner ~~and could be shamelessly self-modded~~ and had the weirdest mushy soft spot for her and Francine, so she'd been able to call in favors from Lacey, who'd supplied trays of sandwiches, salads, a couple of fancy-looking pasta dishes, and a large chocolate and raspberry mousse cake.

She'd thought setting up for the party would be a lot harder, but . . . eh, this wasn't the kind of party that you had just to see how many high-profile politicians you could get blackmail material on in one night. Simple enough. And as far as Katchoo was concerned, a hell of a lot more important.

The music for the night was a combination of Griffin Silver and the Beatles, there was extra room on the tables for food in case anyone else felt like bringing stuff, Clocky made occasional tweeting circuits of the room, and the ball pit was there for you if you needed it.

And Katchoo was even around, her usual diffident expression dialed down half a notch. The things we do for love, man.

. . . and then a bed of plastic squirt flowers sprang up in one corner of the room near the ballpit. Sigh. Happy frikkin' April Fool's.

[OOC: Up eeeeeeeeearly for SP, ~~with the caveat that thatsamilkshake will be AFK until evening EST~~ and can has a birthday girl! ~~Wait for the OCD or I'mma sic Clocky on you~~ OCD is up, party is open, huzzah and go forth and all that jazz.]

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"So you're all right from getting bopped on the head last weekend?" Dinah said conversationally, nibbling on some chips. "Good job. Bad habit. But good job."

Arthur rolled his eyes. "It takes more than a bump on the head to take me out," he said, cheerfully.

"Ohhh, so, it was serious?" Dinah gave him Concerned Face, with only a tiny bit of teasing. "What did you do to yourself?"

"One of those lizard creatures hit me in the head," Arthur said. With a claw. You know. Hence the headwound. "I believe I hit a tree, but I'm not certain. Merlin took the rest of them out."

Because the wee thin little wizard goes into berserker mode when you're hurt, Pendragon.

As you do.

"...He so gets Bodyguard of the Year award. And maybe a theme song." Dinah shook her head. "Also, ow. I thought that's what armor was for? He could make you better armor, right?" Not that she had room to talk at all, but psshht. Details.

Arthur shot her a funny look. "I could hardly wear a helmet with the gas mask on," he pointed out, sensibly.

"Point." Dinah shook her head. "Magic not solving everything... well, except for taking out legions of lizards when truly motivated. There's no underkill with him, is there? Always with the overkill. At least if it's about you."

That just got her a shrug. "I suppose," he said. "He's just making himself useful." Uncomfortable subject, hello and how do you do.

Snort. Sure, Arthur. "Are you going to Kaeleer, with Karla?" Dinah asked. Because *that* could only end well.

Arthur snorted, casting a glance at Merlin across the hall. "Someone has to make sure he doesn't get himself set on fire or something."

"A whoooole world of magic," Dinah said, not sure if she was reminding and warning him, worried, or teasing him. "Karla-type magic. With jewels and all those rules and ..." She sobered a moment and said, "And parts of it are messed up."

"That wouldn't surprise me," Arthur said, and winced internally at how much that made him sound like his father. "I mean, it's an awful lot of power."

"Yeah. At least her guardian seems like a good guy." Dinah had only had one conversation with him over nacho chips on Parents' Weekend. But he'd been nice. "And maybe flying! With flying people!" There were definite pluses about the upcoming trip and that was one of them.

"Have fun with that," said Arthur, who had been uncomfortable with the concept of Merlin turning him into a bird to fly and was still, honestly, uncomfortable with the whole idea of flying outside of an airplane in the first place. "I have no doubt it will be interesting, provided I don't spend all of my time dealing with him pratting around."

He said it with love.

"He's not that much trouble," Dinah said. Not that she'd had to deal with Merlin on a tear. "...when he's himself, anyway."

Arthur shot her an amused look.

And then he snickered. "No, he's more than that much trouble."

"And you still put up with him," Dinah pointed out, folding her arms, smirking a little. "So at least he's worth it?"

Arthur had... no clever comeback for that whatsoever.

"Shut up, Dinah."

There. Problem solved!

"Pithy. And pointed. Pedantic! Your wit slays me, Pendragon."

Merlin was his squishy! ... or his BFF. Or his manservant guy.

Okay, not news, but still: fun to comment on.

"I'm saddened by the fact it's not an actual slaying," Arthur informed her. Staying far, far away from that previous topic, thanks.

"Someone needs cake," Dinah said, and zipped some to herself. And proceeded to eat it in front of him.

Hey, she totally needed cake.

"You're wrong about him being a girl, though," Dinah said, returning to the previous topic with amusement. "He doesn't get boots. Or shoes."

"That's hardly an argument in the light of all the other ways in which he is a girl," Arthur said, rolling his eyes a bit. "What is your obsession with this topic?"

Nevermind that you'd brought up Merlin in the first place, Arthur.

Yeeeah, about that.

It makes you twitchy, and so few things do? That would lead to a food-fight, probably.

"You've found me out," Dinah said in grave, totally unbelievable tones. "He is my woobie. I only want what's best for him and as his employer, I think you need to give him more hugs."

Please. Arthur was too dignified for a food-fight.

Most of the time.

"He can get his hugs from the owl."

Or very very late at night in the room with the door closed.

"The terrifying little bird that wants to nom him for vitamins? Or just for funsies?" Dinah shuddered. "Awwwwwwww. You'd abandon him to become bird-fodder?" She gave him a SadFace. "That's not very enlightened employment philosophy, Your Royal Highness. You'll never get a gold star from the other kings that way."

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