Kaisel
Ronin ‘s cooperative approach with the spirits, once detected, ensures that the streamers end up situated at last. This allows the Knight to fully move on to the tiki torches. These receive no spiritual intervention, seeming to imply he’s done a fine job selecting placements this time.
Sohalia ‘s smart thinking rescues the balloon escape, and the spirits seem thoroughly amused enough by it all to leave her be for now. Although Ronin’s previous spirit seems to have come to the attention of her centerpiece placement, scooching some, just so, behind her so that they aligned perfectly over the tables.
Fortunately Kaisel had managed to get the tablecloths on after round two, leaving the tables ready for Soh to start, although he picked up his pace as she began to bustle in behind him. The greenery wall remained, and Kaisel hoisted up the light, but awkwardly sized pieces into position with the outdoor bar. When he stood back, thinking it done, he did find it spelled OFARL. Huffing, he quickly sorted the pieces back into a proper FLORA and thanked her parents for not naming her something like Florangelica or something equally long.
”Not this is starting to look like a party!” he beams, hands on his hips as he swivels around and surveys the work they’ve accomplished. ”I think most of what’s left depends on the deliveries arriving, which should be sooner than later, but we should break for lunch while we have the chance.” Not intending to waste time cooking anything substantial, especially not when they had a nice dinner to look forward to, he instead flipped through some cupboards and pulled out ingredients for PBJs. Unlike what a certain meme might leave one to believe, he did put the peanut butter on bread and not his hand. Peanut butter went on first, of course, as is the way, and then he jellied the other piece of bread for each of them second, smushing together three PBJ sandwiches for each of them.
”Hope PBJs work,” he shrugs, not really having a great altnerative. ”There’s some cheese and veggies in the fridge if you prefer something else though. Just don’t want to make a mess or spend too long.” He reaches for a glass of water after taking a bite, his next words muffled around the peanut butter. "Fis gonna ork I fink."
Break for lunch!
Sohalia ‘s smart thinking rescues the balloon escape, and the spirits seem thoroughly amused enough by it all to leave her be for now. Although Ronin’s previous spirit seems to have come to the attention of her centerpiece placement, scooching some, just so, behind her so that they aligned perfectly over the tables.
Fortunately Kaisel had managed to get the tablecloths on after round two, leaving the tables ready for Soh to start, although he picked up his pace as she began to bustle in behind him. The greenery wall remained, and Kaisel hoisted up the light, but awkwardly sized pieces into position with the outdoor bar. When he stood back, thinking it done, he did find it spelled OFARL. Huffing, he quickly sorted the pieces back into a proper FLORA and thanked her parents for not naming her something like Florangelica or something equally long.
”Not this is starting to look like a party!” he beams, hands on his hips as he swivels around and surveys the work they’ve accomplished. ”I think most of what’s left depends on the deliveries arriving, which should be sooner than later, but we should break for lunch while we have the chance.” Not intending to waste time cooking anything substantial, especially not when they had a nice dinner to look forward to, he instead flipped through some cupboards and pulled out ingredients for PBJs. Unlike what a certain meme might leave one to believe, he did put the peanut butter on bread and not his hand. Peanut butter went on first, of course, as is the way, and then he jellied the other piece of bread for each of them second, smushing together three PBJ sandwiches for each of them.
”Hope PBJs work,” he shrugs, not really having a great altnerative. ”There’s some cheese and veggies in the fridge if you prefer something else though. Just don’t want to make a mess or spend too long.” He reaches for a glass of water after taking a bite, his next words muffled around the peanut butter. "Fis gonna ork I fink."
Break for lunch!
Wanted me to fail out of spite, I didn't
All bark but they don't bite, they timid
All bark but they don't bite, they timid
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
