Honolulu Heights, Friday

[chosehumanity]

So several people had been promised a housewarming party - and George had managed to convince Mitchell not to invite everyone in the whole neighbourhood, so chances were it might not even end in disaster - which would double as a 'welcome back, Annie!' party.

That meant tea. And biscuits. But mostly loads of tea. (And little finger sandwiches; Annie had insisted, claiming they were 'classy'.)

And leis. Annie had been vocal about those, too.

But: now the place was ready, after a week of running around and shopping and arguing and laughing and then running around some more. Time to celebrate.

[[ for those who were invited, and for anyone who thinks they might have been invited! ]]

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Re: Living Room

[vanillajello]

There was more nose-wrinkling. "Middle-aged dudes acting like little babies over us running out of biscottis?"

Re: Living Room

[bitten_notshy]

"And you aren't allowed to tell them some people have real problems?"

Because that was a sympathetic and useful response.

"At least you met your ... friend from the hotel." A pause as Jack groped for the name. "Evan?"

Re: Living Room

[vanillajello]

Kate nodded. "Evan, yeah. Evan is... a shining beacon of hope in a sea of grouchy, cheap commuters." So poetic. "And pretty good company on a five-hour ride back to Kansas, too."

Re: Living Room

[bitten_notshy]

"Which has to be a bonding experience, if anything is," Jack decided. "I'm glad it's not all people whining about biscuits."

Re: Living Room

[vanillajello]

"It's not," Kate assured him. "I mean, I do like the job. It's not running a movie theater in Fandom but it's not all bad. Plus Evan's there, like, all the time, and some of the other regulars are okay too, so. It's good."

She just liked whining.