is this darkness of the dawn and your friends are gone

[bogwife]

[Everything keeps happening so much and the only real constants are death and parties.

Zerinda takes the initiative to plan things this time, with Della helping her deliver the invitations either being slipped under doors again.]



[It gives everyone an hour or two to settle down from the investigation and trial. By 6 on the dot the tables in the lounge are packed with miscellaneous vending machine snacks, a large pot of a thick and warm white stew, a plate stacked with biscuits and cupcakes. So many cupcakes. Mira has been coping well with her stress.

There's also several bottles of wine, hot coffee and hot chocolate waiting for anyone thirsty.

Welcome to the party, ya'll.]

Comments

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[She winces a little.]

I'm not here to take all of your food.

[bogwife]

Nonsense, I always make too much. [She's already getting her a bowl of still-warm soup to shove at her.] I hope you like turnip and barley stew. It's my own special recipe.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Oh... She accepts it with very confused hands, and stares down into the bowl.]

...What kind of special recipe?

[bogwife]

I roasted the turnips before they went into the soup. [She tilts her head and grins.] It's a little trick my Papa Tomblain taught me, it really deepens the flavor.

Go on, try it! See how you like it.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

Smart. [Even she can appreciate the hard work that goes into good soup, that is... when she finally tries it. Which she does!]

...Better than I expected.

[Because she's basically conditioned to expect some kind of prank.]

[bogwife]

I would never violate the sanctity of a home cooked meal. [After what they pulled to rescue Angel, she can hazard a fair guess that Cassandra isn't going to immediately trust anything one of them gives her.]

I'm glad you came.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

It felt appropriate. I wanted to... pay my respects, I guess. [It's hard to gain trust when your first run-in isn't the best. Cassandra is a... work in progress.]

[bogwife]

That's very kind of you. [Zerinda smiles, warm and genuine. Baby steps!] I can't really say for sure that Vincent and Kirei would appreciate the thought but I get the feeling Kirei didn't really have the capacity to appreciate much.

Except the poisonous plants, he did enjoy those I think. [Which, mood.]