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

[doctor_mccoy]

[just snorts at that.]

I don't honestly get out much lately, but I appreciate the offer.

Ya doin' alright?

[southernreaper]

Sunlight's good fer ya. vitamins an' all that.

[Or at least that was what he got told everytime he tried to hide away.]

Mimsy, stop it.

[She whimpers and tries to crawl behind him on the chair, finally settling down and watching Dr. McCoy warily.]

Still lookin' fer a job, but makin' do. Nice havin' Dr. Banner here.

[doctor_mccoy]

Says the teenager to the doctor. [He rolls his eyes, but all in good nature.]

Yeah we've met, in fact he's doing a lot of work with me on a side project.

[Lifts his chin] But at least now you've got someone to cook for.

[southernreaper]

It's what everyone tells me when they drag me outta m'workshop.

[Dry, but goodnaturedly.]

Yeah. It's nice. Course if'n ya wanted t'stop by fer real food, ya'd be welcome too.

[HINT.]

[doctor_mccoy]

Every twenty or so years they'll debate if sunlight is harmful or hazardous and change their minds every time. I've spent time in space where that's not exactly an option, so why bother changing habits now?

[Canadian beer is gross, fyi. Sips his anyway.]

I might still take you up on that, I'm running out of ways to avoid Flo from the cafeteria.

[southernreaper]

Don' ask me. I like m'workshop.

[Kevin doesn't drink. Being too young and all.]

One o' us is usually around. An' the fridge an' freezer are always full.

[Because he cooks to relieve stress. So...]

[doctor_mccoy]

Still don't see why you don't take up a job cooking, problem of yours aside.

[southernreaper]

Tried. No one wants t'hire a 15 year old.

[Kevin shrugs.]

Still lookin' fer a job.