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Fandom High Welcome Picnic, Front Lawn of the School, All Day: Part III

Some extra tables had been set up in the shade of the trees on the lawn, away from the buffet in spots where it might be less crowded and much quieter. Well, aside from the mariachi band, but at least their music was entertaining? They might even take requests!

[OCD is up, have at it! This is the SECOND post for general mingling. Use this post if your browser can't handle the comment load of the first mingling post. Roommates, fake siblings and teachers are here. Since it's outside, the picnic is open to all students, teachers, and townies!]

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Toronto. That was the name of a nearby landscape, she was guessing. The way that the boy mentioned it, he clearly expected her to know of it. So she nodded and filed that name away. Maybe she would claim to be from there next time she was asked!

Because that was a brilliant plan, yes!

"You should...probably not do that," Sholeh offered. "It would make a terrible mess and would be a waste of food besides."

And then she realized she was sounding like her mother, Medusa, and made a face.

"...If you're going to waste food anyway, you should have a food fight, instead. More fun for everyone."

Sholeh wasn't entirely sure she'd be up to participating in a food fight--that was more Zeela's style than hers--but suggesting one stopped her from sounding like a stuffy old lady. That nagged.

Oh. Oh, Sholeh. Sholeh, no, don't give him ideas.

"What, you mean, just, like... take a burrito and... chuck it at someone?"

Because Sparkle was totally picking up a burrito and heaving it up and down in his hand, getting a feel for the weight of it, and possible aerodynamics.

"What's a burrito?" should not have been Sholeh's first response.

And yet, there it was.

There was a time and place for insatiable curiosity, Sholeh. Now was not that time.

"One of these," Sparkle reported.

And then he threw the burrito at her.

LOOK, IT HAD BEEN HER IDEA.

"Hey!" Sholeh squealed, holding up her hands to block the burrito. It actually bounced off of her outstretched palms before spattering all over her.

=I could have caught that,= Zeela said. She would have rolled her eyes if she'd had them right now. =You should have caught that. A child of ten could have caught that.=

*That's enough, Zeela,* Zhahar scolded. *Sholeh, this is why you don't suggest foodfights, okay? I just hope you're not--*

Sholeh reached for the table full of food, grabbing a handful of cookies and started flinging them back at Sparkle.

*--going to retaliate.* Zhahar finished with a sigh. *When you get in trouble with the teachers, don't say I didn't tell you so.*

"I'm covered in burrito!" Sholeh yelped, ignoring her sisters. Though Zeela was cheering her on.

"I was just showing you what it was!"

Sparkle laughed as he was pelted with cookies, yes, making a reach for a fistful of nachos and flinging them in a corn-chip rain toward the girl.

"What better way to introduce you to them, right? Right?"

Ooo, taquitos. Those looked nice and aerodynamic, too.

"I still don't know what half of this stuff is!" Sholeh said, trying to wipe off some of the gloopy green stuff that landed on her skirt. Then a nacho landed on it, sticking to her dress. Rather than discarding it, she ate the chip and its mushy green covering. "Oooh, it's good! Much better than the fake cheesey stuff! What's thi--ack!"

"YOU'RE GOING TOO FAST!"

"All's fair in love and food fights," Sparkle pretty much crowed, making a grab at the contents of a platter of churros. "Or did you want me to wait for you to eat what's sticking to your clothes before bouncing a chalupa off your head or something?"

"What's a chalupa?" Honestly, Sparkle should have seen that question coming. "If you're going to fling food, I'm not going to let it all go to waste," she added, trying to sound stern, but getting distracted by munching a taquito that had gotten lodged in her sleeve. "I may not know what all of these things are called, but at least I'll know what they look like smeared across my skirt. And next time, I'll just bring this along and point to things I want to eat!"

You know, Sholeh's logic was so inside-out and backwards that Sparkle could actually make sense of it?

"... You saying you want me to keep throwing things?"

Because the churros were actually pretty tasty, and he didn't want to throw those, really.

"Because I can probably hunt down a chalupa no problem, you know."

Of course it made sense! Sholeh was awesome that way.

"You don't have to," Sholeh assured him. "I'd be okay if you just started telling me what everything is instead? And then I could launder this dress instead of keep the stains on it for future reference."

"Oh, right," Sparkle replied, though he might have sounded at least a little let down. After all, throwing things was fun. "Well, that green stuff was guacamole. It's made out of, like, avacados? This is a churro." He held it out to her, clearing the few paces between them. "It's kind of like a donut, I think."

Whatever it was, it was good.

"Only not all donut-shaped.

"What's a donut shaped like?" Sholeh asked, grabbing the churro and taking a bite. She rather hoped that Fandom would always be like this: lots of interesting food left out for people to graze on. Sholeh generally couldn't eat a lot at once, but she got dizzy if she went too long without nibbling. "Oooh! This is sweet! Hot and sugary!"

Yeah, she was kind of adorable, and Sparkle was kind of smirking.

"Donuts are round with a hole in the middle, like someone took one of these things and then connected the ends to one another."

She better graze faster, because Sparkle was filling his plate with more of them.

Sholeh glanced around for a moment, then opened up her bag and slipped a few more churros inside, after wrapping them in napkins. These were nummy and Zhahar and Zeela would want to try them for themselves.

"Are there donuts anywhere?" she asked. "I'd like to try one of those, too!"

And maybe sneak a few of those in her bag, if they were as tasty as the churros.

"Doesn't look like there are any here," Sparkle replied, frowning a little as he looked around. "All of this food looks like Mexican, and I'm pretty sure donuts... aren't. But there's probably a coffee shop or something on the island that sells them. Wherever people go to get bread, maybe."

Still not a Tim's to be seen, though. Blasphemy. Pure blasphemy.

"How do they look Mexican?" Sholeh asked. "...What's Mexican?"

She examined the food on the table, but there wasn't a single, unifying theme that she could see. "I would think it means spicy, but the churros are sweet. And the nachos are salty. Is Mexican just foods that ended in o, like churro, nacho, taquito, and avacado? Wait, no, you said the sauce was gwaka-something. Maybe avacados are Mexican, so the gwaka stuff counts?"

Okay, so she was adorable and also apparently really, really sheltered.

"Uh... Mexican just means that it's food that comes from Mexico," Sparkle replied. "But hey, it's a good guess. I mean, if I didn't know better, I might guess the same."

... No, probably not.

"Anyhow, Mexico's got plenty of stuff that doesn't end in o. Like quesadillas and chimichangas and... chalupas and gorditas and a lot of other crap they put on a Taco Bell menu."

Chihuahuas. Delicious, delicious chihuahuas.

"Regional cuisine, like how Canada's is... poutine. And maple syrup. And, Tim Horton's coffee and I don't know. Beaver Tails."

Yeah, that one wouldn't cause any confusion.

Sholeh was now struggling to keep up with all of those words Sparkle kept throwing at her. Like food, only less messy and more inclined to give her a headache.

She was loving it. Barely here more than an hour and already she was learning so much.

"Mexico? Taco Bell? Canada? Beaver tails?" She was scrunching her face at that one. "People really eat beaver tails? I guess they are really big..." She reached out to latch onto Sparkle's arm if he'd let her. "Show me those other things! The kessa-dayas, and the chimichongs and the chalupitas and everything else!"

Hoookay, grabby girl at three o'clock. Sparkle tolerated the grabbing with only slightly wide-eyes, satisfied himself that she wasn't trying to shake him down for money or something, and then nodded back toward the buffet table.

"Okay, first of all, beaver tails are like this fried pastry with sugar on them. Not actual beaver tails, yuck." He was being nice because she'd let him throw crap at her, here. "Those things over there are the quesadillas. The flat ones, see?" He pointed with his... plate, actually, since she'd claimed his arm. "Chimichangas. Chalupas."

And then one broad, sweeping gesture at the rest of the table.

"Everything else."

He was the most helpful. Ever.

Don't worry, Sparkle! Sholeh was only dangerous if you happened to be scared of tiny, over-eager puppies! Ones who asked nonstop questions with nary a pause for breath!

Sholeh made a face at that so-helpful 'everything else' there, but she had walked into that. She let go of his arm to grab several of the things he'd pointed at, piling them on a plate and proceeding not to eat them, but to open them up and dissect them. She wanted to know what they were made of!

Mostly roasted meats, cheese, and spices, wrapped up in a thin bread-like thing but still! It was all very interesting.

"This is so fascinating," she said, managing to get yet more food all over her as she examined a chalupa. "It's like a whole meal wrapped in bread!"

"Yeah. For more meals wrapped in bread, maybe one of these days I'll introduce you to sandwiches," Sparkle replied, clearly amused. Chalupas were not that interesting, were they?

Sholeh just gave him a look at that one and rolled her eyes. "I know what sandwiches are, thanks."

Duh, Sparkle. Duh.

"Oh, yeah? Well, what about footlong pizza subs?"

SANDWICHES. Sparkle was totally using trick questions, now! Take that, Sholeh!

"I know about pizza!" Sholeh said, proudly. "Well, at least a little. Ulrik invited me to his room for a party with it. To introduce me to more food from the America landscape!"

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