i know this is war
While Loren is off rounding up Sunjata, Weaver is setting up. She’d brought some booze from Halo, though she’d grabbed much of it in Torchline with the promise of free drinks in return. It was easy to trade many things for free drinks, as it turned out, and she suspected half those she owed would never bother to show in Halo to collect anyway. She’d also gotten the baked goods from Devas, and honestly, she was just sort of tired from all this running around. As it turns out, throwing a surprise birthday party is a whole lot of work.Soon enough though, Loren and Sunjata arrive, and Weaver joins in the cries. ”Happy Birthday!” she yells, probably loud enough to be heard over the rest, but of course, that is her way. Loud and brash and generally impossible. As Sunjata drifts her way, she gives him a smile and a small chuckle at the question. ”If you like it, then Loren and I planned it together. Well, we borrowed Maea’s plans, as I think she’d still want you to have a party,” she pauses for a moment to rest a hand on his shoulder. ”And if you hate it, the entire thing was my idea. I think I am the safer scapegoat.” Weaver chuckles, unashamed, before sending him off to enjoy his party and his guests.
Weaver eyes the small gathering, suspecting really that her evening would include refilling the booze and the food set out and little more. Perhaps some conversation, though she hasn’t really paused in her job as host to take stock of who had arrived. For now, with nothing needing done, she drifts over to Loren’s side. He is on the outskirts of the party, as expected, and she places a hand on his arm. ”I think he likes it. Thank you,” she says, voice quiet. She is not entirely sure what she is thanking him for, other than perhaps going along with her foolish idea.
--weaver
but the rest of us are trying to pretend it’s a party
