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.

Comments

[theravenboy]

"Of course." Bran confiscates the flour and sets it safely on the nearest counter before anything unfortunate can happen. "Bright in here, isn't it?" He pulls on his sunglasses to protect him from the glare of the glitter.

(Incidentally, Bran does not have his harp with him. He left it in the care of the Bar, on the theory that musical instruments and cooking parties are not a safe combination.)

[balletrat]

*Meg beams at him serenely.*

It's festive, *she informs him.* It wouldn't be a party if it wasn't festive, now would it?

[theravenboy]

Bran resists the beam. "I am not going to argue the point."

[balletrat]

*How can Bran resist the beam?

Meg turns up the wattage.*

Besides, *she says, hopefully,* it gives you an excuse to wear the sunglasses indoors.

[theravenboy]

Deadpan, "There is always an excuse to wear them indoors."

[balletrat]

. . . yes, but occasionally the excuse is just 'to look pretentious,' *Meg says, helpfully, and giggles.*

[theravenboy]

"That is not how I would phrase it." Still deadpan, but his lip twitches just a tiny bit.

[balletrat]

No, *Meg says, after considering this for a moment.*

You'd find a better way to say 'pretentious'. You know, *she adds, mischievously,* a more pretentious way.

[theravenboy]

"I may wear sunglasses indoors," Bran says, "but you are wearing a tutu in a kitchen. There's pretentious, now."

[balletrat]

No, *Meg corrects him,* that's professional.

I mean, you never know when there's some - er, emergency dancing to be done.

*See Meg.

See Meg BS.

BS, Meg, BS!*

[theravenboy]

"It is a large kitchen, but not that large. And there are too many people in it to have space to dance."

[balletrat]

That, *says Meg, demurely,* is why I have staked out this table.

[theravenboy]

Bran raises an eyebrow. "To dance on it?"

[balletrat]

*Meg gestures grandly.*

Plenty of open space . . . . raised above the audience, which is ideal for a stage . . .

[theravenboy]

Drily, "I am not sure ideal is the word you are looking for."

[balletrat]

- well, *Meg admits, glancing around thoughtfully,* it could use a better orchestra pit. But, you know, I'm not picky.