There Is A Dinner Party Right Across The Hall

[littlest_lord]

Who: Phancyhive and invited/close CR!
When: Wednesday Evening for supper
Where: Phancyhive
Summary: With so many new additions to the household, it's only proper to welcome them with a dinner party.
Warnings: A bunch of crazy people around a dinner table. What could possibly go wrong?

<sub>[Ciel hated parties. Really, he did. They were an unbearable drudgery of having to socialize but he could manage to endure for one night. It was expected of him to host such an event, what with the new additions to the household, so despite his desire to lock himself away in his office, he'd been dressed in lovely clothes and had the whole thing arranged.

The dining room itself was decorated exquisitely and the food that had been set out was unbearably tempting to anyone who'd glance upon it. Hopefully, the whole night wouldn't be an ordeal. The last thing needed was more stress.]</sub>

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[retraced]

[And here comes those residual feelings of Anger and Hatred.]

HE DESERVED IT!

[littlest_lord]

What did he do?

[retraced]

[But then it occurs to him that justifying shooting someone in the face is probably not appropriate dinner conversation. Or conversation in general. Oops.]

It's a long story. [He sighs.] It doesn't matter, he can't die anyhow. He just stood back up and laughed at me.

[littlest_lord]

...He would do something of the sort, yes.

[retraced]

And if he ever returned, I can't say for sure that I wouldn't do it again.

[littlest_lord]

Well, no harm comes of it.

[inthejunk]

[The scolding makes Yosuke laugh, and he almost does choke on it, but he recovers in time and shrugs it off. Though he does decide to chew and swallow before he answers.]

Even if you never invite me to these things, it's obvious you want me to come.

[inthejunk]

Sure.

[Yosuke agrees easily. He's more interested in this "new arrivals" business than in the drink anyway.]

There are more people moving in? Woah.

[littlest_lord]

Come on then.

_{[Follow him, Yosuke. He'll hook you up with something nice.]}

There are. Individuals Gilbert is familiar with and as such, will be staying here.

[littlest_lord]

A red then. _{[And he moves to pour her a glass, turning back to hand it to her once he's done so.]}

You are a Lady of business, I see. _{[Impressive then. A heiress to a wealthy business chain.]} I've owned and managed Funtom for three years, making it grow to obscene popularity into a household name across Europe and undoubtedly the most popular toy and sweet company in London.

I managed to open Funtom here in this city as well, and while it is nowhere near as popular as it was back in London, it has been doing rather well.

[retraced]

[omg Yosuke you're so embarrassing.]

Why would I invite you? You always show up no matter what!

[oujomerchant]

[Alouette accepts the glass, having noted the way Ciel holds his and mimicing it. She can practically feel the years growing on her. EEEEE WINE!]

Merci!

Yes I am, and quite proud, of course. You could imagine my shock when all of a sudden that was gone. But our business catered mostly to adventurers and heroes- I believe it is further back in time from your Europe.

It comes to no surprise that your specialty is so popular, a friend of mine would be overjoyed to pay a visit to Funtom, that is for certain.

[She takes a sip from the glass, opens her mouth to say something else, but instead draws her lips inward.]

[jokesonthem]

[Reim digs wine. Well, he considers wandering about nursing a glass of wine a requisite part of socializing, and so -- "digs wine." He is, indeed, doing the wandering thing. (Occasionally, he looks around to make sure Break isn't on the floor with a fresh hole in his head, or something.)

He smiles and nods politely at anyone who makes eye contact, and wonders if he should go stand idly in a corner until dinner, but -- probably not.]

[retraced]

[And should anyone think to bother Gilbert while he's cooking (which usually happens) he's in the kitchen all day long. In his element. Be grateful. B(

Or, alternatively, ruin his day. That's probably the more likely scenario.]

[motioned]

[Once she's gotten something to drink, she scoots her plate over so she's sitting next to him with a smile.]

It looks really good, Dad.

[retraced]

[It's been a long day. A long week, a long month, so seeing her looking so well really does put his mind at ease. He smiles down at her, fondly, and then glances at her plate.]

Are you sure you got enough to eat?

[maddeninghatter]

Gilbert!

[ Break has seemingly appeared out of thin air. He is in the kitchen - and not even trying to steal Hannah's cookies. This should be the first indication that something is very, very wrong.

The second indication is that his heavy fringe, usually so carefully arranged over his left eye, is mussed. ]

[blondandperfect]

Mr. Break~.

[Guess who else is dressed for dinner? Hattie has arrived in a violet and (mostly) orange evening dress with all of the frills, ruffles and petticoats. All of them. She approaches him with a bright smile.]

How are you? You never told me that you had a relative~!

[maddeninghatter]

A rela--

2/2

[maddeninghatter]

[ Wait wait wait, that relative! ]

Ah, right right!

My, ah, cousin. Yes, that's right.

[retraced]

[What he hasn't even done anything yet?!]

Huh? [He replies intelligently as he puts a freshly baked loaf of bread down to cool. S'up boss you're a mess.]

What's wrong?

[blondandperfect]

[Taken aback.]

'Cousin'? My goodness, you two look so alike I thought for sure you were siblings! That's quite astonishing.

[She gives a fluttering laugh, then snaps her fan open and raises it to her lips.]

Out of curiosity.. Is there anything in particular I should know about this gathering? There aren't any strange rumors about me going around, are there?

[faking]

[A dinner roll comes, well, rolling across the table to bump against Gilbert's plate. There's a quiet Yes! of triumph from a few chairs away.]

[retraced]

[Son of a--

He leans forward and glares across the side of the table towards the culprit, his palms pressed against the table top.]

Stop wasting food!

[faking]

Wasting?! You can still eat it!

[He - with his ELBOWS ON THE TABLE w/e w/e - links his fingers and rests his chin atop them, smiiiiling over at Gil.]

I was just trying to show off my impeccable aim. Please don't hurt my feelings.