chef_chocobro | The Far Less Creepy and Far From Abandoned Mansion in the Woods; Friday Afternoon/Evening [06/27].

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The Far Less Creepy and Far From Abandoned Mansion in the Woods; Friday Afternoon/Evening [06/27].

When the guests arrived, they would, of course, be instructed to find their way to the garden conservatory; the subtle decorations both inside the mansion and through the exterior gardens would guide most people to there, and, barring that, the steward was naturally on hand to provide and escort. There, they would find a scene that seemed almost a stark contrast to the dark and brooding decor of a necromancer, a place filled with light and life, with plants both decorative and functional, colorful and aromatic and useful, and, of course, no lack of the expected gothic or Victorian touches here and there. Somewhere, some cleverly situated water fixture babbled steadily along with the light, inobtrusive music that set the atmosphere: something elevated just slightly above casual, that slight touch of pretentiousness that was gentle in its demands for propriety and decorum and class. Comfortable chaises and chairs were arranged here and there sociably, a gathering a wrought-iron bistro tables and chairs as well, but the set-up seemed to suggest the kind of floating interactions of butterflies among flowers, drifting from one to the next with an airy regard.

And, of course, the spread of food was exceptional, lighter fair, but plenty of it, things that could be enjoyed while fluttering about with the other guests in one hand, while the other held a glass of fine wine or sparkling water garnished with fresh fruits or even a robust coffee or a floral cup of tea. Small sandwiches and crostini, bruschetta and other variations, but there were also empanadas with a chimichurri sauce, paella with scallops, pomegranate pork kebabs...

Spring rolls, summer rolls, smoked salmon cucumber rolls...

And of course, desserts, which would include alfajores dulce de leche, coffee truffles, fruit crostini, and key lime mini pies.

Needless to say, no one should be wanting for food. Just be careful not to fill up on treats too much if you plan to stay on later; there was still plenty of dancing to be had, once the party moved itself to the awaiting ballroom.

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Steven and Llewellyn ~~who would ping in himself~~ arrived after Llewellyn had gotten off work and there was time to make themselves party appropriate.

Steven didn't know what exactly was expected for this sort of a gathering, particularly on a humid summer day. He erred on the side of something he felt might answer the needs of both weather and occasion, putting on his light blue linen suit.

Of course being Steven meant that even looking at linen meant it wrinkled straightaway, but he'd done his best to look smart at least.

He looked around when they entered, trying to get a feel for where people were and what was going on.

"They put a lot of work in, it appears," Watts noted, observing the decor.

They, or Liliana's zombies while she supervised. Tomato, tomahto.

"Seems like a great deal of vegan options?" Steven said. Granted he hadn't examined them up close yet but from what he could see things looked promising. "That's thoughtful of them."

"Mr. Scientia's always been reasonable about that," Watts agreed, already glancing over and scoping out which of said vegan options might survive his pockets.

"We'll have to try a bit of each," Steven said. "Imagine they'll all be tasty, knowing him and his food."

"Steven!" Liliana said, sounding delighted. "Hello, darling, it's lovely to have you. I wasn't sure we would. How have you been?"

"What?" Steven looked briefly confused, then remembered the time. "Ah, yes. Llewellyn had to work, you see. And next week we're on holiday. But of course we wanted to wish you and Ignis well. Congratulations and all that. Everything looks lovely, by the way. Yourself included."

"And I can imagine that after a shift, he might want to go right home and relax. I know I generally do."

Because, you know, her very stressful one afternoon a week where she-- *checks palm* --did exactly what she wanted. Truly, a terrible burden.

"I'm so pleased that you both took the time to come out, though. And thank you, for both the congratulations and the compliment. That shade of blue makes you look rather dashing."

Steven drew himself up proudly. "Cheers. Hopefully it's all right? Wasn't sure how to dress for a garden party. Never been invited to one before."

"Light colors and light fabrics is really the only thing to follow," Liliana assured him, gesturing to her much lighter lilac gown than her traditional deep violet. "And you have both. And, really, we just wanted to do something a little different, you know? There are so many types of parties, seems a shame to limit yourself only a few."

"Kind the way people have them," Steven said. "Looking forward to the dancing here. Love a good dance. Food is thanks to Ignis, I imagine?"

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