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Who: Priders! (Basically if you (or your friend, or your dog) has had a positive interaction with anyone from MANTICORE, consider yourself invited, dragged along or sent in someone else's place. And even if you haven't been invited it's totally fine to notice something's going on and show up or randomly come across this and stay!)
What: Genos and Squalo throw a Solstice dinner party. ~~Italian food for everyone!~~
When: December 21?ish (forward-dated a bit so it doesn't fall right before irl holidays)
Where: MANTICORE penthouse
Warnings: ~~MANTICORE~~ Squalo, Carnies, language, minors getting drunk, substance abuse, someone might decide to bone, idk.

[ Fuck the creepy shit, MANTICORE are aggressively throwing a Solstice party! Because why not, and who has the patience to wait until New Years? ]

[ There are locations/prompts in toplevels, but feel free to start your own as well. Generic timeline of the night would be: cooking, dinner, socializing with games and booze ~~and possibly other things~~, and a movie marathon into the wee hours of the morning for the ones interested. ]

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That's what happens when you learn from Italian grandmas.

[ he may or may not be joking. he'll watch her, inspect the slices and finally nod in approval. ]

Close enough. I'll need a full bowl in fifteen.

Too bad I didn't have one of those.

[But then she brightens up as a thought occurs to her.]

Oh, but you showed me how to chop onions, so I guess you're the next best thing.

[Congrats Squalo, you can be her Italian Grandma. She keeps slicing away though. That bowl will be full in no time. ]

Voooii, I'm not old just because I've got white hair.

[ He sounds more amused than angry, though. He'll get to preparing the meat and crushing the tomatoes while she chops the onions up, then. ]

Hmm...

[It's true, Squalo really isn't quite the age for that. But Trucy doesn't think that's a huuuge problem. She shrugs.]

Well, you can be my young Italian grandma. The white hair makes you look distinguished.

[Yeah, 'distinguished.' That's clearly the look he was going for.]

...uh-huh. Sure. That makes sense.

Can't argue with distinguisment, though.

[ "distinguished", adjective: 1. made conspicuous by excellence; noted; eminent; famous. ALL SOUND GOOD TBH. He is the pinnacle of excellence. ]

[She nods in agreement.]

It's always good to stand out.

[~~Always, Trucy?~~ She's finished chopping the onions by now and holds up the bowl.]

All done! What's next?

Great.

[ He'll take it and scatter the onions over the giant frying pan of meat he's got going, then glance back at her thoughtfully. ]

Genos needs help with the potatoes. Or you can try making the salad. The recipe's on the table.

[ makes a vague motion with his head in that direction. ]

Oh, I'll get the salad then! I'm already an expert onion chopper, so that should be no problem.

[Because one lesson makes you an expert? At least she's confident. She plucks the recipe off the table and gives it a once over.]

Let's say you're getting decent.

[ But he does like confidence, as long as it's not misplaced. So he'll actually let her at it, though he's still working in the same general vicinity so if something comes up it shouldn't be any trouble. ]

All clear?

I can work with that. Decent is really just a step behind expert.

[Sure, Trucy. She does manage to put together a good salad though.]

All very clear. Check it out!

[She shows off a bowl of nicely sliced and tossed vegetables. She has arranged some sliced tomatoes into the shape of a heart on the top for some reason.]

...that's a pretty damn big step.

[ Squalo examines it, not exactly impressed, but he'll give it a nod of approval. ]

Not bad. You didn't forget the dressing, I hope?

Even the biggest step can be climbed with enough determination! And possibly a ladder.

[You know, if it were a giant step or something. They don't pay her to make sense.]

Nope! It's this basalmic whatever stuff in this bottle, right? I put it in right when the recipe said to.

[ sry snortlaughing now. ]

You should sell that shit for T-shirts.

[ It's probably just good old olive oil or something but sure whatever. ]

Nice.

That would be an awful lot to put on a t shirt though. Is anyone going to stare at me long enough to read it?

[She taps her chin thoughtfully, then smiles brightly.]

Oh! I bet it would make an awesome motivational poster!

Sure. And then you get to kick them in the nuts and go "Eyes up here!"

[ He goes to set the prepared salad on the other table... and returns with a new bowl and a bunch of vegetables. Look there's gonna be a shitload of people here, they'll need more of that. ]

Wow! Set 'em up and then knock 'em down! I bet they wouldn't even know what hit them.

[It's actually pretty funny.]

A little harsh though, isn't it?

[She made the one salad, she can make another. She'll put a star on this one.]

Exactly! Good sport, too.

[ ...not that she even has anything to ogle at this age and build. Ah well. ]

[ He's just going to shrug, apparently not thinking it's too harsh at all. And wow, someone's about to unlock all the Salad Chef achievements here. He'll get her a chocolate medal or something. ]

[She really doesn't. Trucy is short and petite.]

I suppose it is party their fault if they fall for the clever trap...

[The clever trap of making people read your wordy t-shirt? Yeah, they should really know better.

In other news she would love a chocolate medal. She could show it off to everyone. And then eat it. All awards should be made of chocolate.]

[ Forreals. ]

See? It's all perfectly reasonable.

[ FINE she'll get it later once he's had the chance to slip out and get one, then. ]

[And forever after she will insist to people that she is the salad champion. She won an award okay? It was chocolate, so you know it was legit.]

So now that I've mastered salad, is my next trial stir fry? Or maybe parfaits?

[Because either of those things are the logical next step?]

[ Totally legit. If anyone doubts her, she can direct them to him. ]

[ None of those things have been planned for today, but now he's almost curious. ]

Parfaits?

Yeah. Because if you're not going for stir fry, they're the next upgrade from salad.

[Sure they are.]

Stir fry is also made with vegetables, but you cook them. And parfaits are another thing you don't have to cook, but they're made with fruit and yogurt and stuff.

[See? It all makes sense.]

[ Wow. So excitable. It's almost smothering. ]

I have an idea. Why don't you take a break until the people start gathering?

[ trying to subtly shovel her out ]

[Yeah, her excitement is often over bearing. Luckily it's very easy to redirect.]

Sure thing! I'll go say hi to everyone. Don't work too hard, okay?

[ WHEW. ]

Yeah, yeah. Have fun!

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