Picnic time!

[southernreaper]

Who: Kevin, Bruce, Mimsy and all the invitees
When: Sunday August 5th Noon - ?
Where: Kevin and Bruce's pad.
Summary: Kevin invited some people for a picnic/barbecue thing, hopefully they all stop by.
Warnings: Kevin's temper, possibly Crowley/Magneto, Miss Unohana smiling. Will add others as necessary.

Kevin has spent the last couple of days cooking, baking and cleaning the house with Mimsy and Bruce's help.

He's moved everything outside and will be manning the grill, and making sure that everything is nice and ready.

Some foods on offer:

Typical grill fare (burgers, dogs, sausages, chicken)
Corn on the cob (on the grill!)
Salads (macaroni, potato, three bean, regular lettuce salad, egg, tuna, and chicken)
Fresh vegetables with dip
Fried okra
Greens
Potatoes au gratin
Eggplant lasagna
Fried fish and hushpuppies
Pies/cobblers (blackberry, strawberry/rhubarb, apple cobbler w/streusel topping, blueberry, pecan pie)
Cakes/cupcakes (devil's food, carrot, vanilla)

All buns/breads are homemade, by Kevin as are all the desserts. There are two huge tables of food with paper plates. There are three coolers of drinks (one saved for alcoholic drinks brought by the guests). Mimsy is trolling for food, Kevin's wearing an inhibitor, and all are welcome!

Anyone who fights will be asked to leave and then removed. Kevin's in a mood, and just wants to have fun.

Comments

[southernreaper]

[Mimsy will just be burying her face in the plate, okay? OKAY! But no bacon. BUT BURGER OMG.]

A few people ain't shown up yet, but they'll probably show. Teito here?

[ibreakrules]

Somewhere. He shouldn't get into too much trouble around here on his own.

[southernreaper]

[Kevin smirks.]

Ya sure bout that? Deadpool's round here somewhere.

[ibreakrules]

[Too bad Frau has no idea who that is.]

I'm sure if he does get into trouble I'll know.

[southernreaper]

Well, here's hopin' there ain't no trouble. I'd like to keep thin's nice an' calm.

[ibreakrules]

You've got me here. Things go bad and I'll cover it.

[southernreaper]

[Kevin pointedly rolls his eyes.]

I think I c'n handle it. Most folk comin' know about m'power. They don't wanna lose their shirt or somethin'.

[Yeah, he'd start dissolving clothes. Just to shut people up.]

[ibreakrules]

True, though you're not as intimidating. Especially if you don't use any abilities.

[southernreaper]

[Kevin snorts.]

I'm plenty intimidatin'.

[He just generally isn't. So there.]

'Sides, it's my house. I'll handle folk.

[ibreakrules]

[Frau shrugs. He's not planning on letting Kevin handle things alone if it gets to that.]

Hopefully you won't have to worry about it.

[southernreaper]

[One turns into a giant green monster guy, another can stop the world on its axis. Those are the two from his universe. The rest? Well... he'll handle them.]

I probably won't. Everyone seems t'be on their best behavior fer the most part.

[ibreakrules]

[Frau snorts. Personally he thinks that'd be a first, but he won't argue.]

If you say so. Just be sure to enjoy yourself too.

[southernreaper]

[Confused look from Kevin. It almost mirrors one that Mimsy often has.]

I am enjoyin' m'self.

[ibreakrules]

Good. Just don't spend all your time setting up.

[southernreaper]

[Another confused look.]

Everythin's set up. I'm jus' cookin' what couldn't be cooked ahead of time.

[ibreakrules]

Same thing.

[southernreaper]

No it ain't. Settin' up was draggin' the tables out an' stuff. This is jus' cookin'. I c'n do that an' talk to folk. Sides, if'n I'm cookin' they c'n request how they want their burgers done.

[Perfectly logical.]

[ibreakrules]

Still work.

[Cooking is what Frau did when he had to work the festival at home.]

[southernreaper]

No it ain't. It's jus' cookin'.

[Not work to Kevin, but everyone knows he's odd.]

[ibreakrules]

Whatever you say, brat.

[southernreaper]

[Dirty look.]

Here, yer Excellency, go put this on the table.

[Don't call him brat!]

[ibreakrules]

And if I don't?