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[heloise]

Who: EVERYONE!
When: Dec. 15
Where: Ballroom!
What: Borgia-Mills Saturnalia party, basically, that party!

The garlands and wreaths of leaves decorating the ballroom sure look similar. Almost Christmas trees. Pagan origins for an otherwise religious holiday. This occasion has no purpose, however, aside from merriment, freedom and lots and lots of eating!

The cooks Henry gathered are welcome to place their creations on a long table set to one side, while most of the ballroom is left clear for dancing of any form. Most of the sofas have been pushed against the walls as refuge for tired feet. The wine flows freely, with uncountable goblets here and there!

Oh, one more thing, beware the nutcrackers.

[ ooc; make your own threads, there are no rules except for go wild! ]

Comments

[secondchances]

"You can always catch them later if they manage to slip past you. C'mon, let's get some snacks."

She offers her hand. Greeting people is fun and all, but Steph believes the most fun is in the food.

[fantasies]

"... Okay. That works."

He takes it and bounces after her. To be fair, all the different kinds of food is one of the parts of this he was looking forward to the most.

"Oh, you should try some pie! Me and Jane made it."

[secondchances]

Steph appreciates the enthusiasm and energy Henry seems to always have. She leads them over to the line of tables.

"What? You host parties and bake pies? What don't you do?"

[fantasies]

Henry reaches for something small on the table that he can pop into his mouth discreetly. He pretends to think about it while he chews.

"Um... Math."

[secondchances]

"I'm not too good at math, either." Or most school subjects, actually.

"That's pretty impressive, though. Where's this pie?"

[fantasies]

"It's... um...." He swivels, looking. "Wow, there's a lot of food here."

He presses his palms on the table and goes up on tiptoe to get a better look. Then he spots it on the other side. "Oh! There we go!"

He ducks under the tablecloth to get to the other side. He's only got this proper etiquette thing down a little.

[secondchances]

Steph's a little too big to go crawling under tables, so she just laughs and walks around to the other side. She's sure she can say something about getting hands or clothes dirty, but she's way more lenient than that. So, she just approaches the pie and gets ready to serve up a piece.

"Looks good! Like something out of a store. You want some, too?"

[fantasies]

"I had some already." He looks torn, though. It's a good pie. "Maaaaybe just a little piece."