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!]

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Re: Presents!

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Coming right up," Alex said, going about searching through the cabinets until he finally found a nice, unopened pack. "Here we go. A nice fresh pack of marshmallows. People who want s'mores will hate us when they discover they're gone."

Re: Presents!

[wwiii]

"Oh, it isn't as though they'll be difficult to replace," Warren laughed. "I'll get a whole case, if people are really that upset."

Rich kid alert. Sorry, Alex.

"So, just pop the marshmallow in here... And then aim and shoot?" He did just that, and then tried it out. It did a spectacular puffed sugar ricochet off of the wall, and landed in the sink.

Re: Presents!

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You got it," Alex said, clapping Warren on the shoulder and moving to stand behind him. He didn't need to get winged by a marshmallow.