eswareinmal | Because we all love backdating, right? PARTY!

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Because we all love backdating, right? PARTY!

Characters: Peeta and the heroes and various NPCs.
Open? YES!
Where: At the Heroes' Headquarters!
When: GHB 5, starting in the mid-afternoon and continuing into the evening
What: Peeta just wanted to hold a small soiree, but then the villagers learned where it was going to be.
Warnings: None

The mansion was filled with the smells of fresh bakery and fragrant teas, honey wine, and a variety of savory foods. Peeta'd been baking for days, pulling out as many different kinds of confections from his memory as he could, including a few new things suggested by the locals. There was a table loaded with them in the ballroom--sugar cookies decorated with lemon icing flowers, small chocolate cakes dusted with powdered sugar and filled with melted chocolate sauce, orange and berry muffins garnished with zest, small cups layered with lavender and chocolate mousse and topped with lavender-infused whipped cream, the ever-popular and familiar sweet buns, and of course, the cakes.

One was white, flavored with vanilla and decorated in flowers. The other was chocolate, decorated with swirling leaves. They were in the center of the table, surrounded by piles of little chilled cream puffs and an array of fresh berries.

There was another table nearby filled with Bakura's creations--none of which were familiar to Peeta, but they all looked and smelled delicious. Closer to the kitchen was an array of stews, sauces, meats, roasts, cheeses, breads--including a few of Peeta's loaves and a tray of cheese buns--mostly supplied by the guests. He hadn't been prepared for the numbers that showed up, but the numbers seemed to have brought enough food to take care of the increase.

He would stay near the kitchen for the duration of the party, though, and handle any questions or issues that came up, barring the dirty looks he was getting for his choice of dress--brown and simply-cut, with a white apron around his waist.

PLEASE ALSO NOTE: Peeta's cooking is the conduit for his princess power. Anything he's made is infused with good will, comfort, and peace, and so eating any of his food will make the eater feel warm, fuzzy, content and safe.

There's a similar effect caused by being around Peeta, but it's not as strong as eating his food.

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Tatra stayed by the tea, to make sure that there was always enough and that it didn't burn or steep for too long. She wasn't precisely the host, but the instinct was still there. She smiled at passerby and was always willing to answer questions about her tea.

Selene drifted over towards the tea. Of course, she didn't really, well, drink tea, but it wouldn't do not to at least make one round of the event. Wearing a fine, velvet and satin dress she'd had commissioned for the new moon, she drifted over to Tatra, offering a smile.

"Hello, darling. What have you there?"

Tatra smiled brightly in return. She didn't know Selene but she was at least familiar with the woman's name.

"Hello Selene. I hope you're enjoying yourself. I have two teas here, an herbal and a black tea that's traditional in my world."

A moment as she considered Tatra, before she laughed and looked over the offering. She couldn't for the life of her recall the woman's name, so she focused on the rest of the greeting. "Hot tea, is it? How very continental. I don't usually drink tea unless it's sweet and served over ice." She tucked a loose bit of hair behind her ear.

"You haven't been shepherding the tea all night, sugar, have you?"

"Oh, it's far too cold for that," Tatra protested with a smile. The weather here always seemed to be far too cold for her tastes.

"I couldn't possibly leave it. The moment I turn my back someone starts a bad batch!"

"It's not all that cold, but I'm not very fond of warm drinks that do not involve chocolate." She laughed, and held out a hand.

"Well, that simply will not do. This is a party, my dear. We shall simply have to suffer a poorly brewed tea." She wiggled her fingers. "You are going to enjoy yourself for at least a few minutes."

"If you insist!" Tatra placed her hand daintily in Selene's, that same sweet smile on her face. Her duty as a princess was to be wherever she was needed. If that happened to be out on the dance floor then so be it.

"I am enjoying myself already, though."

"I do." The dance floor, however, was not her goal, however, at least not at first. Instead, she lead Tatra towards the food. "Have you eaten? They have some delicious buns that you have to try." You're not enjoying yourself nearly enough, Tatra, it is a party!

"I had a bite earlier," she confessed, but her eyes were on the treats set out for the guests.

"Did Peeta make all of this himself?" She had known the boy was a baker, but this was an awful lot for one person.

At the sound of his name, Peeta glanced over to Tatra and Selene and gave the women a smile. He straightened from arranging a display of cookies and moved closer so they didn't have to shout across the busy hall.

"It's not much more than I do for the bakery, and I'd already made the cakes."

"They look fantastic," Tatra informed him quite sincerely.

"You've done a wonderful job."

"Did you brew all of the tea?" Selene laughed, not unkindly. "Truth be told, I haven't even spoken with him this evening, so I simply have no idea. I imagine he helped, though. After all, he stepped in after Lavinia took her leave." Now, her face fell a little. It just wasn't quite right to throw a party at the whim of someone who had vanished already, but...

"Do you like creme fillings?" She lifted a pastry and offered it to Tatra.

The smile faded from Tatra's face and was replaced with a look of worry at the mention of Lavinia. She and Selene must have been good friends, to earn a look like that.

"I do," she confirmed, a smile back on her face as she accepted the pastry gracefully and took a bite.

As close as she was with anyone in the city, at least. She smiled, though, as Tatra took a bite.

"Well? I haven't tried one yet. What do you think? Worth it?"

Tatra chewed thoughtfully and swallowed before answering.

"Oh, they're delightful!" She practically chirped her approval. "Really, you must try them."

Selene lifted one for herself, sniffing it before taking a bite. Closing her eyes, she gave a low moan, and chewed slowly. She smiled a little and looked at Tatra with a smile.

"This is good."

"What's that?" Faolan asked, climbing into a chair to look at her tea setup.

"Tea," Tatra answered cheerfully.

"Would you like some, Faolan?"

"Yes!" Faolan answered decidedly. He pulled himself into a chair, leaning on the table to look at the tea. "Like tea?"

"Oh yes," she confirmed as she poured a glass for him. "Very much! Be careful though, it's still very hot."

Faolan used almost exaggerated care to pick up the glass. He sniffed the tea, then took a sip.

He brightened. "Is good!"

Tatra clapped her hands enthusiastically and giggled.

"Oh good! I'm so glad you like it."

Kay had been planning not to go.

Really, he had. He didn't have any interest in a dance or a party, not here. Any party on this world was going to be much too quiet for his tastes.

But when five different village girls latched onto five different parts of his body and refused to be shaken off, Kay didn't have a lot of choice but to be dragged to the Hero's Headquarters. He didn't actually want to hurt them, but it seemed like nothing short of physical force would work.

So that was why Kay was pushed and pulled through the door, surrounded by titterng teenagers.

Sorry, he mouthed at the first person he saw.

Faolan saw him enter and leaped at him, swinging on his arm. "Kay!" He cried gleefully.

Oh jeez, now he had six people attached to him. Kay decided to use this as an opportunity to shake three of the girls off so that he could catch Faolan and tuck him under one arm.

"Hey, kid," he said, not nearly as displeased as he sounded. He ruffled Faolan's hair roughly (the jury was out on whether it was a noogie or not). "Should've known you'd be here."

Faolan giggled, pushing on Kay's hands despite obvious enjoyment of the ruffle. He turned himself so that he was clinging against Kay's side and under his arm.

"Am here!" he agreed. "Had tea!"

"Great," Kay said. "Point me at the food. I'm starved."

Faolan pointed, snuggling close. "Lots of food! Tasty food!"

Peeta smiled at the proclamation, reaching over from his place near the mousse to ruffle Faolan's hair. "I'm glad you like it."

Then he turned to face the other man, voice familiar but barely--he couldn't place it. Still, he held out his hand. "I'm Peeta--I did the baking. I can cut you some cake if you want."

Faolan bats at Peeta's hands, ducking and beaming up at him. "Food is good!" he averred.

Even if he hadn't recognized Peeta, the fact that this was a fairly well-built guy in a dress would have jogged Kay's memory. He couldn't stop his eyes from widening, recognition showing on his face for just a second.

It was gone in an instant, as Kay held out his free hand to shake Peeta's. "I'm Kay. You did it all yourself?" It was an impressive amount of food.

Peeta was somewhat used to odd looks from other Heroes--the dress, he'd learned, wasn't...usual for someone of his gender, but his options were limited. He'd tried to have pants tailored three times, and by the third he'd been chased from the stall with a stick, the tailor shrieking something about unseemlyness. It was easier not to argue.

He shrugged, and followed to glance over the spread of baked goods. "Yeah, I did everything baked...I'd already made the cakes, and the rest of it only took a few days."

"Peeta cooks good!" Faolan piped in, clinging to Kay's side. "Good food! Makes Faolan feel nice!"

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Because we all love backdating, right? PARTY!

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sorry for the ridiculous lateness

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