Keep Meg & Amy From Cooking Party

[kitchen_maid]

There are streamers over the door and glitter is flung generously (if randomly) about over countertops. (To be on the safe side, the girls have used edible glitter, like that on the cookies they handed out as invitations.)

There are large signs posted above the stoves and ovens with picture of Meg and Amy and the words "NOT ALLOWED" in large and bright red letters below them.

It can only mean one thing.

There's a party in the kitchen, and someone has got to keep these girls from cooking.

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[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"For which god do you dance?" Boromir asks, and the mun hopes terribly is makes sense in the Tolkein-verse somehow.

[balletrat]

*Meg blinks.*

- well, nowadays I dance for one of the Endless, *she offers, a little confused.* Does that count?

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"I--do not know. Most dancers I have met danced as a form of worship.

"An endless what?"

. . . Boromir has not spent much time getting to know the power structure of the bar.

[kitchen_maid]

"Oh, Meg can exaplain this much better than I can," says Amy.

"She's a relative."

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

Boromir looks a bit desperate. "Endless things have relatives?"

[balletrat]

*Meg wrinkles her nose at Amy, and turns back to Boromir.*

Er.

They're . . . sort of like gods? *she offers.* But - more important. Er. They're anthropomorphic, you see.