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Who: Keyleth & her brunch invitees (Vanessa, Taako, Laura, Lup, Kyna, Jo, Girl, Elena, Carolina, Carlisle)
What: A thank-you brunch for some of Keyleth’s homies that went a bit differently than she meant it to.
Where: The Orchard
When: Right now, y’all
Warnings: Probably nothing intense-- cussin’ and maybe fighting a giant rock monster because Keyleth is an irresponsible druid.

Traditionally, responding to an invitation to free food yields a pretty darn nice outcome. You don’t need decorations, place cards, or balloons. But they’re a nice touch! Welcoming, and stuff.

The other welcoming thing that's conspicuously missing? Chairs. And food. And a table? That one's kinda necessary. This thing was advertised as a brunch, after all. That comes with the logical inference that there'll be somewhere to eat said brunch! A closer look reveals the extant parts of those things, smashed and scattered about in an outward pattern from where Keyleth is cleaning as her guests arrive.

And even though she greets her brunch buddies enthusiastically, they might think they got the day wrong. Or the time. But no! Keyleth’s working with what she’s got-- she urges folks in, reassuring that everything is definitely fine and look here’s your comfy seat in some nice cool alien clovery stuff. Surprise! It’s a picnic brunch! The food will be here, she promises. It’ll just be a moment. Just come over this way and have a seat. Yes, on the ground. No, it’s just, uhm, part of the experience. Please?

Once everyone has arrived and settled in, Keyleth seats herself in the circle and places a small gem-encrusted bowl before her. She chatters for awhile, thanking everyone in an attempt at formality. Each person she invited helped her in some way and made the transition to this wild new world a little easier. And hopefully, the quality of the food that magically springs into being makes up for the less than perfect organization of the event.

Out of nothing appears a full spread: juice and cocktails, a nice breakfast hash, veggie breakfast flautas, fruit salad, blueberry scones, and a nice crudités platter. So maybe there’s no table or chairs and it’s something of an unmitigated disaster. Maybe Keyleth’s smile is constantly nervous and every so often there’s some sort of stomping noise off in the background.

This is fine! It’s fine. Sláinte, homies!

[ ooc | 1. top level as you like, free mingle it up, fill in details & put your touch on the log | 2. there is DEFINITELY something roaming around the orchard and it’s large and angry and made of earth. oops? it will disappear after an hour but if you want to have to fend it off or fight it, godmod it and have fun! | 3. the feast is magical food and narratively speaking might make characters feel a bit braver and wiser ;) ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Uh, do you even know me, babe? Pretty much invented the selfie back where I come from, thanks.

[And on cue, the elf slinks forward, throwing an arm around Elena and dragging the other woman close in. Pucker up, time for their best instagram face.]

[Considering the differences in their world, it's honestly plausible. Elena beams into the camera instead of doing a proper selfie face.]

Sorry, I'm not doing the duck lips. It'll knock points off my selfie score, but it's a hard limit.

Totes lame!

[WELL THEN!! Instead of doing her perfected duck face, Lup turns to stick her tongue out at Elena instead. How's that for a selfie!]

[Elena grins and opts to match the Lup's tongue before she snaps instead of sticking with the smile.]

There, the most mature photo anyone's ever taken.