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Who: Zelda, Maxwell. ALSO ON THE INVITE LIST: Jeff, Tony, Lash, Vashta, Meta Knight. Feel free to join in or not join in!
What: A very Maxy Birfday Party
When: Saturday, February 27th.
Where: A little tea shop downtown.
Rating: Everyone is prim and proper here. Except Lash. So.

Better late than never.

Zelda was usually pretty good about keeping track of birthdays, but she'd been busier than usual, and although she'd made note of the date, she didn't have time to actually do anything about it until now.

It was no secret that she loved the teaching assistant staff, and seeing as she was Maxwell's resident assistant counterpart, the least she could do was arrange some sort of birthday get-together. It really was the least she could do.

He may have thought it was trouble, but it certainly wasn't. She'd sent out invitations the day before--to his friends from Snow Wood, to Lash, at his request, and to the other TAs. Whether they'd choose to attend was yet to be seen, but at the very least, she'd have a nice afternoon with the birthday boy and tea.

And tiny little sandwiches.

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To be perfectly honest, Maxwell hadn't been expecting any sort of get together from anyone besides Jeff or Tony. The concept of celebrating his birthday with more than just the two boys was still an entirely foreign concept to him. Really, Zelda had gone out of her way.

But that thought didn't stop him from grinning from ear to ear as he looked around the tiny tea shop.

Oh goodness where those tiny little sandwiches.

"Oh goodnes, tiny little sandwiches~!"

Maxwell wasn't alone in realizing how unusual it was for anyone outside of the ~~fag~~trio to be celebrating this day. Come to think of it, hadn't they missed last year's due to alien invasions? Hopefully this one more than made up for it.

Tiny sandwiches were enough to make up for anything. But they made Jeff very self-conscious of his school uniform.

"Even the sandwiches look better-dressed than I do..."

"That's not true, Jeff! You look swell today," Tony assured in a chipper voice, ever near by his side. Zelda seemed to know her tea shops! He hadn't even tasted a hint of the delicacies they had to offer and already he could tell this was going to be a remarkably pleasant birthday tea. A much better celebration than last year, at any rate! Poor Maxwell. But he was lucky this year.

"You're fine, boys." She said, smiling and taking a seat at their table.

Zelda didn't know Jeff and Tony well, but she knew they had gone to school with Maxwell and she was more than happy to invite them along. It was Maxwell's birthday after all, and though more often than not it was awkward mixing social groups, she was sure today would be just fine. She...didn't really expect Vashta to accept the invitation anyway, not in the state she seemed to be in.

"This place is relatively casual, I promise."

"It seems so marvelously cozy," Maxwell remarked with a smile. He was certainly glad that the boys were there. Two birthdays in a row without them would have been perfectly dreadful. "I'm surprised we haven't been to this tea house yet!"

Lash's hand briefly rested on the door, as she bit her lip and questioned, for the hundredth time today, if it had been a good idea to have come after all. Maybe she should just send a spy in and watch from the window. In fact that sounded like a perfect idea, if only for the fact she had no chip. There really was no point for her to be here. Yet the girl stood in the doorway blocking all circulation, dressed in her Saturday best, when she should be working in oil and fire and finishing the robot. So stupid.

Actually, why was she hesitating? She had kicked Maxwell in the nuts and gotten Lucas to talk with Jeff. Sounding threatening when talking to them in their journals. They probably already both hated her! Maybe Zelda had sent the invitation thinking everything was all happy-go-lucky between them. She'd just have to waltz in, call them nerds and they'd tell her to go away and leave them alone, which she would GLADLY COMPLY, thank-you-very-much.

That did it. With a push, she walked...oh wait right.. with a pull, she walked and opened the door, the belling ringing. Sporting a frown and determined face, her steps lacked any social grace. She went over to their table and crossed her arms before speaking.

"..." Before speaking. "...So nice of you to invite me."

Edited 2010-03-03 20:55 (UTC)

Unluckily for Lash, it probably would not be that easy for her to just walk out after she had shown up. As completely confused and boggled as Maxwell was about her recent actions, Maxwell wasn't quite at the point where he was about to start feeling negative feelings towards her. Sure she had gotten him with a rather good shot (he didn't like reflecting back on it), he hadn't really faulted for it. It had seemed like a fair reaction. He was worried more than anything else, considering how distant and moody she had suddenly been acting towards things and people.

So Lash received a warm smile as she approached the table, even if she looked less than pleased about being there. He was surprised that she had decided to come at all. "Oh, good! I was hoping you'd decide to come."

This tea party could only go in wonderful directions, surely. ... Surely.

"Hello, Lash." Zelda said, smiling and seemingly oblivious to the bad mood the commanding officer brought with her. She was completely unaware to the goings-on between her and Maxwell, and therefore was more than likely going to act like absolutely nothing was wrong.

Until she was proven otherwise, of course.

"I'm glad you could make it."

"U-uh thanks," she said in the same tone, although Lash sounded confused. Where were the angry looks and voices? Goddamn these people were too hopeful and nice. She plopped on a chair and looked around, before her eyes zoomed on the sandwiches.

"Those are very tiny. And lacking a crust."

Her mind was blown.

Edited 2010-03-04 12:25 (UTC)

Jeff had a pretty darn angry look. Except replace the word "angry" with "confused" and that would be a hundred times more accurate. Considering everything Lash had said during their conversation over the journal network, why would she show up to a thing like this? ..Maybe she was having a change of heart after all.

He gave a small albeit uneasy wave and took a seat for himself on one side of Lash... he wasn't sure if she'd be ready to sit next to either Maxwell or Tony at this point.

Oh, right, he should probably say something. Something to break his own tension.

"I think tiny sandwiches like these are usually full of mayo."

Yeah. That was a real ice-breaker there.

Lash noticed it. Somehow that uneasiness made her feel a bit better.

"Uhhh...I guess?" She tentatively took a sandwich with just two fingers, like it was going to bite her back. "Apart from the sauce, what else is in there?"

"I ordered a few kinds." Zelda said, smiling, pointing out this fact."If you don't like any of them, I can always order something else. I think that's cucumber."

Watching Lash stare at the tiny sandwiches with mild terror made something dawn on her--a horrible terrible social faux pas for which she would never forgive herself. "Ah, I'm sorry. You're not allergic, are you?"

"Unless the bread is made with lactos, then no. Mayo's made with oil and eggs anyway." Seriously, cucumber sandwiches? Seriously. No wonder someone like Lash could never fit into the royal hierarchy. The briefest flash was had of Kumatora sitting down and eating cucumber sandwiches, but it was gone fast enough, thankfully.

She put the sandwich in her plate before looking at the others, taking a pink-colored one and sniffing it curiously. Yeeeah, she was still pretty bad with manners.

"Guess this one is made with ham." Into her mouth it went. She was such a shining example of a guest at a tea party, let me tell you.