Originally posted May 15, 2009
((This thread kicked off a fun bit of forum RP. In an attempt to get to know a few new people in game, Shiv invited some people over for a dinner party. The RP involved nine people and played out over the course of a month.))
The Queen would not be joining them for dinner, Siobhan reminded herself. Still… She shifted a fork a touch more to the left. She didn't need perfection, but she wanted it close. It was their first dinner party. Shiv hoped everyone would enjoy themselves.
A pair of familiar and very strong arms wrapped gently around her from behind. "Touch the table again," said a sooth voice, "And I will send you to your room without any supper."
Shiv chuckled as melted into Becky's embrace. "That wuid bae evil, lass."
"Yes it would, love," Becky responded. "It looks great. It smells even better."
Shiv's eyes traversed the table. She had made the settings herself, years ago. Her hands formed each long fork, knife, candlestick, and platter. She counted the plates, checking again she had set out enough. For a moment, she wondered at who she had invited and whom she had not. So many changes in the last year.
"Where's Robi?" asked Becky.
"Grooming," Shiv replied with another chuckle. "She 'elped wit dinner."
"Oh?" Becky smiled. "Flour?"
"Aye," Shiv nodded her head against her wife's shoulder. "T'was everywhere. Ah had tae bribe a troop of Brownies with a pizza tae clean the kitchen in tiem."
"You made Girl Scouts clean our kitchen?"
Shiv laughed, reaching her hand up to pat Becky on the forehead. "Naet that kind of Brownies, silly. Pixies, nymphs."
Becky bent her head to kiss Siobhan's neck. "I know."
Siobhan had traded a day in her smithy for a day in the kitchen. She had decided to kept the fare simple, Scottish dishes she had made for her muckers back in Warwick over an open fire: a hearty mutton filled Scottish Broth, roast grouse, cheeses, and dark breads; any number of fresh vegetables from her rooftop garden; with blaeberries, strawberries, petticoat tails, and caramel shortbreads for dessert. Oscar said that he would eat anything. Just in case, Shiv had even prepared some haggis.
She couldn't quite see enjoying the meal without Scottish Ale or ginger wine, but she cracked open a store of Irn Bru, Red Kola, and some American soft drinks for those not inclined towards alcohol. She wasn't an RA anymore and wouldn't object to the teens enjoying themselves is moderation. One nice thing about learning life magic. No one stayed drunk longer than Shiv wanted them to. A simple spell could disperse the toxins or bring on an instant hangover, according to her mood.
The archmage resisted the urge to straighten a hand woven napkin on the table. Instead, she snuggled even further back into Becky's arms, enjoying the warmth of their home.
The doorbell announced the arrival of their guests.
-- by Mindy's Bad Art
"DOOoOooOOooOooOOOR" They grey furred streak declares as whizzes threw the home. Magically speeded Robi races to answer it "HI!" she screams as she opens it and then proceeds to welcome there guest with a Hello lick before she realizes that mostly dried by her high speed flight she had forgotten her people clothes in her excitement at guests and food.
-- by Breakneck Becky
Becky tried her best to keep a polite and friendly smile on her face, muscles bending in a manner that had become more and more natural of late. her sardonic smirk had fled in the face of true happiness, and watching her tiny, naked little partner dash to the door was just one of the treasures her new life had brought. With a contented sigh she hefted Shiv bodily over her shoulder, having caught that "one last" adjustment of the flatware from the corner of her eye. With her sputtering, protesting, chuckling wife over one shoulder she went to join her other wife in greeting their friends.
"Put mae down! Ye big ... ye big... " Shiv sputtered, giggling. "Yer naet tae big that ah cannae hex ye intae a toad, ah ken!"
Shiv relented, letting herself be carried, regardless of her threats. She eventually lifted her head to gaze at the newcomers standing in the door. She giggled louder. She wards would prevent anyone from entering unless invited. She cleared her throat and gathered enough breath to utter, "Welcome tae our 'ome. Come freely. Go Safely, And leave a wee bit of the 'appiness ye bring."
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