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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[balletrat]

*Meg is perched cheerfully on the table, next to a variety of ingredients, including flour, sugar, cheese and brussels sprouts.

(Hey, you never know.)

Every so often, she'll pick up the bag of flour and heft it, thoughtfully, just to make sure people get the right idea of what they're supposed to be doing.*

Greet Amy

[kitchen_maid]

Amy has stationed herself near the door. She's acquired a number of aprons in wildly improbable colors and patterns from Bar, so that their guests can protect their clothes from the ravages of baking.

Or, you know, just get into the spirit of things.

Ingredients and Cooking

[kitchen_maid]

There is a dizzying array of ingredients and cooking utensils spread out on the counter. There is also a book, Basic Cookery, which has been highly decorated (with glitter, of course) and given a place of honor, as a source of inspiration.

Come over, cook something, or just watch (and talk to) your fellow guests as they do so.

Food

[kitchen_maid]

The table in the middle of the room hold piles of plates, cups, cutlery, and napkins, but, as of yet, no food. There is coffee, and tea, and a large bowl of punch.

If you've cooked or baked anything of any degree of edibility, this is the place to leave it.

And, if you're feeling brave, this is the place to try your fellow guests' creations.

Messages for Bar

[kitchen_maid]

In one corner is a table, with cookies like those the girls used for their invitations, tubes of brightly colored icing, and bowls and bowls of glitter.

A sign has been carefully lettered (if badly spelled).

Please Take a Momment to Leave a Mesage for Bar, to Thank Her For Every Thing She Does. The Cookys Will Be Deleivered to Her After the Party. Thank You. -- Meg & Amy

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

There are . . . people in the kitchen.

Boromir surveys them. He crosses his arms.

"Neither of you are Gil," he observes.

[balletrat]

Nope, *Meg says cheerfully.*

It's pretty easy to tell - you know, seeing as we're both girls. And neither of us are wizards. Or fauns.

*She stretches out a decidedly human leg, to demonstrate.*

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

Boromir is a prince.

He is also a soldier.

Somewhere between this, he still has no idea what to do at the sight of a shapely leg.

"Er. So. Are you new kitchen employees?"

[balletrat]

- oh, no, *Meg says, with a giggle.* Dieu, the bar would never forgive Bernard for hiring us - no, we're just borrowing the kitchen, for now.

Re: Greet Amy

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

Mordred opens the door, and then leans against the doorframe.

Eyeing both of them.

At the same time.

...it takes years of practice eyeing younger knights. Also people who might attack you. Anyway, he does it.

"...you two are crazy."

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

He looks at them, looks at the pictures, and looks back at Meg.

"Borrowing it for what? Because it would appear you are forbidden to use the stove, the ingredients and the facilities. And it would be terrible if you broke the rules, would it not?"

[balletrat]

We're borrowing it, *Meg explains, patiently,* so other people can stop us using them.

After all, we're hardly going to have the willpower on our own. So the idea is that everyone else comes to use the stove, ingrediens and the facilities instead.

*She beams at him, with an expression that says, 'see? It makes perfect sense'.*

Re: Greet Amy

[kitchen_maid]

"Only nine thirteenths, in my case," says Amy cheerfully. "I'm not sure about Meg. Hello, Mordred. Apron?"

The arpon she holds out to him is bright pink and covered in little grey bunnies.

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"Simply staying out of the kitchen is not an option, I take it."

Re: Greet Amy

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

"No."

Re: Greet Amy

[kitchen_maid]

"Are you sure?" she asks, brightly.

It's a very pretty apron, really.

Re: Greet Amy

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

"I do have some traces of pride left, milady Amy." Even if I have been letting toddlers crawl over me as a fox.

Re: Greet Amy

[kitchen_maid]

Amy shrugs and replaces the apron on the pile.

"Well, it's lovely to see you, again, Mordred. How have you been?"

[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

When Ben heard noises in the kitchen, he ignored them at first. When they began to sound entirely unlike cooking, he came to check it out.

"Meg?" On the table. In the kitchen.

[OOC: I couldn't stay away. :D]

[balletrat]

Meg looks at him, wide-eyed.

"But that would be far too easy."

Beat.

"- I'm Meg, by the by."

[balletrat]

Meg waves at him cheerfully.

"Salut, Ben!"

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"I am Boromir," he says with an automatic bow, "and this has the makings of a great disaster. Were I able to cook more than camp provisions I would, perhaps, help."

[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

Pictures. Indicating Meg and her comrade were barred from cooking. Then why was she on the table? His gaze clearly moved from the sign to Meg.

Meg gets the 'huh!?' look of a lifetime, even if the icons don't properly reprisent it.

[balletrat]

*Meg considers hopping off the table, in order to curtsey.

- but that's no fun, so instead, she climbs up onto the table, and does her curtsey from there.*

Camp provisions still puts you way ahead of us, *she says, with a laugh.* So you'll fit right in.

[balletrat]

We're having a party to stop us from cooking, *Meg informs him, cheerfully.* Want an apron?

*She starts to shuffle through her pile, looking for one suitably Ben-appropriate, without waiting for an answer.*