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]

[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?