savetheearth | [semi-open] LA, ask me for the truth about it

Who: Harper Sutherland & RELATED PARTIES
When: Saturday, March 15th
Where: The very posh Sutherland residence.
What: SLEEPOVER. GIRLS RULE, BOYS DROOL.
Why: Post Snakeocalypse dose of fun and normalcy. Kinda.

[ Early evening at the Sutherland household, which was, thankfully, still standing in the wake of Wise Snake. Along with an entire straight block of Starbucks establishments. Weird, right? Either way, a few days prior, after resting up, checking that no one had gotten permanently mauled, and being fairly certain the FBI wasn't going to kick down her door, Harper mass texted her teammates et al. with a simple enough offer.

Sleepover at her place, Saturday night. Food provided. Bring-your-own movies and sleep gear. Time, address, floor number. Tada.

Besides, after Sunday, they deserved a little r&r, didn't they? She was lucky enough to have space, time (school? not this week, oh no), and if there's anything Harper dislikes, it's being idle. So it seemed like the perfect chance to do something productive.

A little before the arrival time, she starts on the finishing touches... ]

(ooc. invites were sent to A☆P, but if you have reasonable age-bracket cr (or cr-of-cr) with her for a sleepover, you're more than welcome to hop in!)

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[ When Angeline had Echoed back Stocking's personality, that included Stocking's preference for sweets.

('Preference' is putting it lightly.)

So when she sees the table of sweets, she veritably goes starry eyed. With a poorly contained squeal of delight, she attacks that table like white on rice. There is approximately -50% shame as she fills her plate with one of each goodie, be it an eclair, a brownie, a slice of cake, a fruit tart...

Can she really eat them all? ]

Edited 2014-03-15 07:56 (UTC)

[ YOU CAN REALLY EAT THEM ALL, HALLELUJAH.

Harper is looking pleased as punch with the impressive lack of shame, really. Who do we be more embarrassed for? ]

Take as many as you'd like! I have — [ She pauses to fling open her fridge. Desserts. Prepared, ready-to-bake, pre-assembled, make your own... just. Desserts. Everywhere. ] — a lot more where that came from! Do you like chocolate better, or fruit? I have these amazing tartlets...

[Winter had spent several minutes looking over the table, and watching carefully what Raye is taking. But when Harper opens the fridge and reveals the results of her hard work, Winter... has to admit there's a lot to like here.]

...I c-can feel myself gaining five pounds just looking at this. But... I want some...

[...Is that a bit of drool at one corner of her mouth? Sheesh, it's like she hasn't eaten a dessert in forever or something.]

[Carefully watching what Raye is taking....

Carefully watching what Raye is taking.....

RAYE IS TAKING IT ALL.]

[She's only one step behind Angeline in the sweets-gorging department right now. Her arms are loaded down with just about everything and, hearing Winter, she looks up and mumbles around the cookies held between her teeth (she ran out of room on her plates) and nudges her arm a little.]

S'what're you waitin' for? This stuff's pretty damn good.

[ OH

MY

GOD. ]

This is heaven! This is the best! I want to stay here for the rest of my life.

[ The house is nice, sure, but the refrigerator. ]

[ Normally, Harper would be the first to advocate not taking more than the lion's share of the food, or not talking with your mouth full, or... something. But given they're eating her desserts, they can do all of the above with minimal fuss. And she'll most likely encourage it. She flashes a triumphant smile at Angeline. ]

I hope this makes up for the... zombie thing.

[ Look, it wasn't an apology, and she doesn't like talking about it, BUT IT MAY HAVE BEEN A CONSPIRATORIAL PART OF HER MISSION, HERE.

Having said her piece, she turns on Winter. ]

Well? What kinds do you like? I can pick one out for you!

I... um. I'm not exactly p-picky. I just don't know where to start. You... seem to be a really good cook, Harper.

[It is getting hard to argue with all these people, though...]

You don't have to be picky to have something you like best! [ She actually tuts, waving a finger. Though Winter seems to have found the TURN-TO-MUSH button rather instantly. ] And my mom taught me. I'll wait to say 'thank you' until you've tried something, however.

[ Hint, hint. ]

Um... [There's a flash of... something not unlike open threat from Harper that Winter barely picks up on, but it's oddly in a non-dangerous manner. It's akin to the feeling you get before someone grows tired of your repeated objections and forces something good upon you. And Winter would rather not have anything, even if it is tasty, shoved down her throat unnecessarily. So she gently reaches out for... what appears to be a mundane chocolate chip cookie, examining it closely for a moment before finally taking a tiny bite. And then her eyes widen, and she looks at the cookie again before taking a second, larger chunk off of it, a little bit of her anxiety melting away into a small smile.]

This is really good! Your mom is a g-good teacher.

[ Oh, good. Smart girl, because she is actually not above that. Sweets are a lifestyle, not a choice. ]

See, there! [ POINT. ] Now I can say 'thank you.'

[Jasmine stands there, spectating]

I'm incredibly impressed.

Me, too!

[ Angeline has completely misunderstood what Jasmine is impressed by. ]

[Jasmine just continues to stare]

How do you put it all away?

[ She pops a tartlette into her mouth, swallows, and then replies. ]

Put what away?

... All that food. How do you manage to eat so much and not like, get full?

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