Sixth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening [WARREN'S BIRTHDAY PARTY!]

[longislandiceme]

Through some miracle of timing, Bobby had actually managed to get everything for Warren's party set up earlier before heading off to Karla's.

Now, though, it was Warren's turn. Hopefully people would still have room for even more food after a BBQ, because the amount of food two brilliant bakers plus one person with access to a very good catering service was impressive.

At least people could work all those excess calories off in the ball pit?

[OOC: up early for slowplay, yay!]

Comments

Re: Presents!

[wwiii]

"Dinner Saturday, then? You can pick the restaurant?"

He'd pay. Of course.

Re: Presents!

[vanillajello]

He better. She had no money except what little she'd managed to whine off her parents.

"Saturday sounds fine. Il Pollo?"

She'd been there once, and... thought she remembered the food was good?

She'd been a bit distracted, having a nervous breakdown over it being a Gregson-Atreides family dinner.

Re: Presents!

[wwiii]

"Il Pollo," he agreed. "Meet you there, or should I pick you up?"

A pause, and then a sheepish edge crept into his smile. "If I pick you up, we can walk, if you prefer."

Re: Presents!

[vanillajello]

"You can pick me up, and we can walk," she replied, chuckling. "I'm not opposed to flying, y'know, without the whole massive surprise freakout element, but right before dinner might still not be the best time."

Re: Presents!

[wwiii]

"And I can't imagine after dinner would be much better," he noted. Because... Ever try flying on a full stomach? Not going to happen. "Sometime completely well-removed from plans to eat, maybe. It's better when there aren't birds trying to kill you, promise."