singillatim | Hot Potato (party log)

Who: Chloe Frazer & any and all party people!!
What: Harvest Celebrations/Halloween Party/Ruby’s Birthday/Rat Marriage/Big Communal Cooking Party so Chloe doesn't burn down her house
When: October 12
Where: At Chloe’s house on Greene Street

Content Warnings: Food descriptions, probably.
Other Notes: Feel free to make this a mingle and reply to other characters!

Chloe had wondered whether to go through with the harvest party once Lalo had disappeared, but as they say, the show must go on. There's still a lot worth celebrating, and people need something hopeful after the mess last month. Luckily her house had made it through everything all right.

The poster had said to wear a costume, so she's hoping to see a lot of those, and she’d recruited some people to help her put together the menu exactly to Lalo’s specifications, so unfortunately no one is safe from British Potatoes. There are even candles for the birthday cake.

Chloe herself is dressed as a sexy lumberjack, with one of Lalo’s old flannels tied in a knot under her breasts and denim cutoffs made from the jeans Kostya had gotten blood on (shh). She's got a fire roaring, because otherwise she’d freeze.

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Look. Considering the fact that Tim actually showed up to the party, whether he intends to stay or not. And as far as she can tell he arrived like a normal person and didn't break in or cause any trouble.

He's learning!

So Ruby has to give him points where they are due and when she receives her goldfish crackers, she'll quickly give him a hug.

"Hey! Thanks, bud." Look. She's gotta show some encouragement where it's due.

Tim's refused the British potatoes because while he's not not okay with dying tonight, he'd like to leave the foodstuff out of the ordeal. The food is good, simply by virtue of being food, and Tim's already unrefined taste has only gotten worse, but- the papitas a la mexicana are actually good. And so are the pine nuts. And so one dish has wound up mixed into the other on his plate that he still holds onto as Ruby hugs him.

It beats getting a cannonball to the face.

He laughs, and this time he's not sure why. But it's nice to have two hugs in the span of a year, and his eyes shine with sheepish positivity. "Sorry, I gave the bigger box to the newlyweds," he apologizes. "Since there's two of them. But I'll find you something nice."

And so his vow of silence is broken.

"Or I'll make you a-- morning star or something."

Honestly with Ruby it's a coin toss as to whether you're going to be helped or harmed by her shenanigans. Tim had just caught the better end of the chaos spectrum today.

Still she sees the shine in his eyes and that makes her feel like she made the right call here. This place was hard and since they arrived she knew Tim wasn't exactly doing the best. Sometimes it's just hard to broach that sort of topic, Ruby had been there.

"They can have their little fishies, It's kind of a big day for them, I guess." She has to be a little petulant because it's her birthday. But she can be a little merciful because it's their wedding.

But her eyes go wide with delight when he mentions the morning star. "Okay. That's a great idea. I will help if you want. I have so much wood piled up at the forge."

"I guess," he mimes, a smile on his face. He's got a lot to say, and a wry and dry comment on wanting your haplily ever after to begin in the backdrop of the apocalypse: their love has literally nowhere to go but to better places. But he's quiet.

Heck, he's started to believe Hickey might have had a decent idea after all. Broken clocks and all that.

He says, "I haven't checked but I'd bet that Lakeside has a cutter-and-welder. You can't maintain a dam without someone knowing stick. If we time it for an Aurora, we can get the morning star made in a day."

But that's just him leaning into the fun of it too much.

So he amends, "Day and a half."

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