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Log: Ongoing
When; Tuesday, July 14th
Rating; PG-ish?
Characters; Cain![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
misterblackbird, Sam not_so_smooth, and Rosella primrosella
Summary; Dinner: it's one of the three most important meals of the day, y'know.
Log;
Rosella wasn't nervous about all this because there was nothing to be nervous about, really. At least, that's what she kept telling herself.
It wasn't as though she wasn't prepared; she'd kept herself busy for the better part of the day with planning out timetables and making lists and looking after things and preparing things for the evening. It was true that she'd never been any sort of masterful event planner--that was her mother's area of expertise, not hers--but that was perfectly fine because this wasn't to be any sort of masterful event, anyway. Masterful events were things to be nervous about; this was just dinner and a friendly visit, and there was nothing nervewracking about that. Nothing at all.
Though in an odd sort of way, she almost wished it were a great party like her mother always planned, because then she'd have plenty of minor things to worry about, instead of the one major thing that had been creeping into her thoughts all day. Tablecloths and music and seating arrangements were much easier to worry about than the thought of whether or not Sam and Cain were going to like each other when they finally met in person. It wasn't as though she expected any great arguments or uncomfortable disagreements between the two, but it was a rather...unusual situation, then, wasn't it?
Ah, yes! Best friend, I'd like you to meet the boy whose father might very well be plotting to bring harm to me right now! Charmed, I'm sure. Would you like something to drink?
But no, she wasn't going to worry, and she certainly wasn't going to be nervous because there was nothing to worry about and no reason to be nervous. Everything was going to be fine. The place was clean and the table was set and everything was cooking and Sam had promised to leave the mortifying pictures of her tied up and squirming on the ground safely tucked away in his room. Good, everything would be fine. Just fine.
At least, that's what she kept telling herself.
[OOC: I dunno how you guys want to do this--multiple threads for different interactions or one big one or what; go nuts, I'm open for whatever works best. =D]
Rating; PG-ish?
Characters; Cain
misterblackbird, Sam not_so_smooth, and Rosella primrosellaSummary; Dinner: it's one of the three most important meals of the day, y'know.
Log;
Rosella wasn't nervous about all this because there was nothing to be nervous about, really. At least, that's what she kept telling herself.
It wasn't as though she wasn't prepared; she'd kept herself busy for the better part of the day with planning out timetables and making lists and looking after things and preparing things for the evening. It was true that she'd never been any sort of masterful event planner--that was her mother's area of expertise, not hers--but that was perfectly fine because this wasn't to be any sort of masterful event, anyway. Masterful events were things to be nervous about; this was just dinner and a friendly visit, and there was nothing nervewracking about that. Nothing at all.
Though in an odd sort of way, she almost wished it were a great party like her mother always planned, because then she'd have plenty of minor things to worry about, instead of the one major thing that had been creeping into her thoughts all day. Tablecloths and music and seating arrangements were much easier to worry about than the thought of whether or not Sam and Cain were going to like each other when they finally met in person. It wasn't as though she expected any great arguments or uncomfortable disagreements between the two, but it was a rather...unusual situation, then, wasn't it?
Ah, yes! Best friend, I'd like you to meet the boy whose father might very well be plotting to bring harm to me right now! Charmed, I'm sure. Would you like something to drink?
But no, she wasn't going to worry, and she certainly wasn't going to be nervous because there was nothing to worry about and no reason to be nervous. Everything was going to be fine. The place was clean and the table was set and everything was cooking and Sam had promised to leave the mortifying pictures of her tied up and squirming on the ground safely tucked away in his room. Good, everything would be fine. Just fine.
At least, that's what she kept telling herself.
[OOC: I dunno how you guys want to do this--multiple threads for different interactions or one big one or what; go nuts, I'm open for whatever works best. =D]