Christmas Party! Millitimed Vaguely to "Sometime Around Christmas"

[kitchen_maid]

Anne and Amy have been very very busy over the last week or so, transforming their usually simple white room into the perfect place for a Christmas party.

There are garlands of holly and balsam strung around the room, leading away from the wreath between the windows (and there's a grumpy looking crow, perched in the middle of the wreath, trying to figure out how to get the red ribbon from around his neck). A Christmas tree, candles ablaze, stands in one corner, with presents tucked under its branches.

Welcome, dear friend, to Anne and Amy's Christmas party.

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[alec-or-alonzo.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I do hope so. I worked ever so hard on it. It's the only thing I can really cook properly, you know, so I'm always so very anxious when I make it. But I think this one came out particularly well."

She frowns, "Though if I tell my father I dropped it, then he will think me a clumsy little fool, and I shall feel like a silly little goose for days! However, it's that or blame someone else, and I couldn't really do that at Christmastime, could I? So, I'd best prepare myself for silly-goosishness. The cake is worth it."

She grins again. Problems do not last long in the world of Philippa Gordon.

[kitchen_maid]

"It looked perfect. And you can always go stand by the refreshments table and watch people's reactions to it. I'm sure everyone who tries it will love it."

She grins.

"Perhaps we can come up with a story in which the only sensible thing to go was to drop the cake."

If any two could, it would be these two. And if they can't, Anne can.

[alec-or-alonzo.livejournal.com]

"Oh, good. I shall have to mark it off as a successful cooking project then." She shakes her head, "I have so few of them."

Phil laughs at the next. "Perhaps. Something along the lines of 'I was walking with the cake, and was attacked by snowball-throwing squirrels'?"

She giggles, and smiles at the squirrels as if to assure them that she would never say such horrible falsehoods about them.

[kitchen_maid]

"Oh, yes. We could even send one of them back with you, as evidence, and he could probably manage to look contrite. Or something that you could pass off as contrite."

Amy laughs, and Simon Perryvall gives an indignant bit of chatter and heads for the refreshment table.

Amy starts to go after him, but sees that the matter seems to be under control, and turns back to Phil.

"Or not."

[alec-or-alonzo.livejournal.com]

Phil laughs at his antics and heaves a mock-sigh.

"I suppose I shall just have to face my father. Don't worry. All he'll do is tease me mercilessly while I make one just for him, though I may make him wait for Christmas Day."

She watches Simon Perryvall over at the table. "Oh, is that Peregrine? I met him when he first came to the Bar. He's a nice young man, isn't he?"

[kitchen_maid]

"Yes, that's Perry," says Amy, curiously suscienctly.

She's still not blushing. Of course not.

[alec-or-alonzo.livejournal.com]

"Perry? Oh, is that a nickname? I didn't know. He's from another country I'd never heard of."

Phil notices the not-blushing and grins.

"Do you know him well, Amy?

[kitchen_maid]

"He's from Ambergeldar. It's near Phantasmorania. It's actually where I was working before I came here."

The not-blushing gets a little more blushier.

"It's nice to have someone from home to talk to."

And Amy doesn't know him quite as well as he seems to think she does. She likes him, but he's left her a little flustered.

[alec-or-alonzo.livejournal.com]

Phil laughs, and then she smirks.

"Nice enough that we blush rosy red when we talk about him, Amy, dear?"

[kitchen_maid]

"I'm not blushing," says Amy, primly. "It's just warm in here."

[alec-or-alonzo.livejournal.com]

"Whatever you say, Amy." She grins, and remembers an interesting detail she'd thought was irrelevant, "If you tell me he's just a pleasant enough fellow who brought mistletoe to the party, then I'll believe you."

Except that she won't. At all.