it's a paaaaarty

[indelebilis]

♥ Who: Aera Mirus Fleuret and YOU.
♥ Where: Around town and at her residence.
♥ When: NOW!
♥ What: Smoothies. It's literally a party... to make smoothies. A smoothie mingle, if you will.
♥ Rating: S for Smoothie. Also I can't imagine this getting rated any more than a PG 13 for language and shenanigans.

[ A - It's shoppin' time! ]

[ In the morning, Aera can be found hanging around various areas of town, mostly picking up little things. Party hats, she's discovered, are some of her favorite things. She's also got to make sure she's got plenty of cups, too. If one is to throw a party based on the premise of whipping up various smoothies, then one needs to be properly prepared.

She's also dropping hand written invitations off and handing them out to random people, because why not?

The invitation simply reads:
'Dearest friend and or loved one,
It has been brought to my attention recently that smoothies are delicious and, apparently, on occasion, magical. With this in mind, I've realized that I do not actually know how to make a smoothie.
You are invited to my home [INSERT ADDRESS HERE] this evening for a smoothie party. Supplies will be provided, but if you wish to bring anything, please do. The more the merrier!

P.S - if Ardyn says he did not want to throw a party, do not believe him. He is lying. He is very excited about smoothies.

-Aera Mirus Fleuret'

That last part is probably a lie. He's probably not that excited for smoothies. ]

[ B - PARTAAAAAY ]

[ As the sun sinks and night falls, Aera's opened her home up to anyone and everyone. Upon your arrival, no matter who you are, you will be greeted with a hug and a kiss to the cheek, along with having a delightful party hat strapped to your head. How festive!

In the kitchen, she's got lots of things ready for smoothie making. Well... things she thinks would make for good smoothies. But if you've brought anything, she'll gladly take it with a thanks and place it with the rest of the things in the kitchen.

Go on. Make a smoothie. Drink the smoothie. Mingle. It's a smoothie party, after all. ]

[[ ooc; it's a mingle friends! Feel free to start your own threads, tag whoever you want, and have a fabulous time making chaos smoothies. ]]

Comments

[flawed_immortality]

It may be... I've never heard of pineapple before but that seems to be the breed of this particular mint.

[He's familiar enough with the idea of peace tying a weapon that he certainly makes note of the longsword but does not see it as threatening in any way. Even if his gaze immediately flicks around the room, reminding himself of the location of both his boyfriend and the Oracles. Never hurts to be cautious.]

I've not had much experience with growing things but... it is a means to an end.

[of_northern_skies]

[Never hurts anything at all to be cautious. If Edmund had been there, Peter would have been just as mindful of his location. Though, perhaps not for the same reasons.

Reaching out, he plucked a single leaf of the new plant, bringing it to his nose first and then his mouth. It smelled as sharp as it tasted and he made a pleased sound in his throat as he chased the herb with a large drink of his juice.]

That is wonderfully refreshing. Very nicely done. As for growing things...well, I've always found that plants do best when they have all they need and then are left alone. Some of the biggest gardens my sister tends to, she does nothing but stroll around and sing to them.

[He shook his head, grinning wide as he plucked a sprig of mint to crush between his fingers before dropping it into his drink.]

[flawed_immortality]

[See that's advice he'd never have considered, really. Fussing is in his nature.]

I worry that just... leaving them be something might go wrong?

[Now he says it he realizes that sounds absolutely foolish and he frowns.]

Which goes to show how little experience I have with this sort of thing, I suppose.

[of_northern_skies]

[He chuckled, but it wasn't directed at this new man. More at the situation in general. Not that there was any possible way he could make that known, however, and he caught himself with a tight lipped smile and a bashful dip of his head.]

Apologies. I promise, I'm not laughing at you, but at the thought of how gleefully my sister would take to being your teacher.

[He shook his head, gave one last chuckle, and then offered his hand.]

Peter Pevensie. I would promise to be less of a dolt, but I don't make promises I can not keep.