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

Picnic-ing in January - still not the best idea ever! But there were tables and chairs set up in the sun, and a nice bonfire going, and plenty of warm food for everyone to encourage socializing for as long as possible.

[OCD is up! This is the picnic post for general mingling. Roommates, fake siblings and teachers are all here. Since it's outside, the picnic is open to all students, teachers, and townies!]

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A pig? Who brought a pig to school? She must be a farm girl, but Lucille sincerely hoped she wasn't going to keep it indoors. She gave the pig a somewhat disgusted look, however, and hoped it wouldn't come anywhere near her.

Oh, Mabel saw that look, Lucille. She saw that look, and she was going to counter it with a bright smile and a chipper wave hello before making her way over. Followed, yes, by the pig.

"Hi! You look new, have a sticker!"

Sorry, Lucille. You were on Mabel's 'to be befriended come hell or high water' list now. That was just how it was going to be.

The farm girl was heading her way, with the pig in tow. Lucille drew her skirts tighter around her legs. It was, however, beneath her to be rude to the lower classes, so she nodded in greeting and offered a tense smile.

"Thank you, miss," he said. "A sticker? How... delightful." What was a sticker, and was she to do anything with it?

Waddles took a seat down by Mabel's feet, looking up at Lucille curiously. He was pretty meticulously clean, owing to the fact that Mabel fawned over him like he was her whole world. And well-behaved, too.

He was a pretty mellow pig.

"The name's Mabel," Mabel introduced, reaching into her purse and pulling out a puffy sticker with a very dapper glass of milk on it. A milk mustache, (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/cc/cd/6a/cccd6aede4b24e7795c1f7ab231fb23a.jpg) more accurately. She took a moment to peel the back off, and then held it out for Lucille to take. "And Waddles and I are here to wish a warm Fandom welcome to the new kids!"

The pig might be clean, but it was still a pig. Lucille kept an eye on Waddles, making sure he didn't come to close.

"Thank you. My name is Lucille Sharpe." She accepted the sticker, which, unsurprisingly enough, stuck to her finger, and frowned a little. "What is one supposed to do with these?"

"Pleased to meet you, Lucille," Mabel chirped, and then pushed her shades up to rest on the top of her head, smiling pleasantly. "And you stick them to things! Like the nametags, but you put them on whatever you want. That way, it'll... it'll have a sticker on it!"

That was it. That was basically what stickers had going for them, right there.

The sticker was still stuck on Lucille's limp hand. "I see. And where do you suggest I put this?"

Lucille decided then and there that she didn't need any stickers. Or pigs staring at her. Because wasn't that pig staring?

Aw, Waddles was just hoping you would get him something from the food tables!

... And also staring, a bit.

"Oh, I don't know. On your cheek or on a bag if you have one, or on your schoolbooks to make them less boring. Stickers can go on all kinds of things!"

After a moment of consideration, Lucille stuck it to the front of her dress. It would be gone as soon as Mabel left.

"There!" She said with mock cheerfulness. "Thank you, miss Mabel."

"You're welcome," Mabel chirped back. "And if there's anything else you need, from knitted sweaters to tips on appeasing the local gremlin population, feel free to look me up! Waddles is always happy to help, too!"

The pig looked up at Lucille and gave a disinterested snort.

"Waddles?" She had been about to ask 'gremlins' but it had seemed unfair to make fun of a farm girl for her superstitious beliefs.

"And do you know where to find shawls as well? And perhaps a coat?" She didn't have much money, but Lucille knew she would need it, and as Mabel offered to help she might as well ask.

"Waddles," Mabel clarified, gesturing to the pig. "Because he waddles."

Well, he did!

"And sure, there's a clothing store in town that sells winter clothes," she added, smiling brightly and pointing in the direction of town. "They should be able to help you. If they can't, I could probably knit you up a shawl or something in an afternoon! Or a sweater, if you like!"

Mabel's entire sweater collection, she'd made herself.

The pig had a name. She should have guessed.

One closer look at Mabel's knitted sweater and Lucille replied in her sweetest, most subtly sarcastic voice: "That is a very kind offer, but I couldn't possibly accept it. I will find the shop in town."

And, to changed the subject, she added: "A very appropriate name then. Does he have a pigsty nearby all to himself?"

If Mabel caught that sarcasm, she was doing an excellent job of not showing it. Or, at least, of heaping on her own enthusiasm tenfold. When faced with a possible Pacifica, it was the only way, darn it.

She was going to be made of sunshine and joy and loving acceptance if she had to kill a man to do it!!

"A pigsty, nah. Waddles is housetrained. He stays in the dorms, with Alluka and I. Isn't that right, Waddles? Isn't it?"

Yes. Yes, she was bending over to pick up the pig.

"In the dorms?" It had to be said that at least Lucille was making an effort not to look horrified. "And your roommate doesn't mind?"

"Oh, no, Alluka loves having him around! Waddles is very well-behaved." Mabel? Was smiling so big, now. "Why would she mind? Sometimes we all have tea parties together."

Alluka, Mabel, Waddles, and a large collection of stuffed animals.

"Not everyone likes sharing their bedroom with a pig," Lucille pointed out. "But it sounds like you are lucky there." She paused. "And does Waddles drink tea?" She couldn't resist asking that question, just as if she had meant it seriously.

Oh, Lucille. You were getting the most matter-of-fact smile that Mabel could muster, now.

"He's a pig," she pointed out, just in case, perhaps, Lucille had missed that memo. "He'll drink anything I put in front of him."

That was kind of how pigs worked. Now you were asking silly questions, Lucille. Don't worry, Mabel would be ever so happy to helpfully teach you.

"Oh, I know very little about keeping pigs," Lucille confessed sweetly. Because they were, you know, pigs, and why would she? Also, she didn't much care for that tone in Mabel's voice. "Perhaps you could enlighten me?"

"Oh, of course I would," Mabel replied, so enthusiastically it was possible she would strain something with the effort. "I could go on for hours about a proper pig diet, good bedding, toys... Did you know pigs are very smart?"

And this next part came with the sweetest, most innocent smile that a Mabel could possibly muster.

"Why, some pigs are more inquisitive and eager to learn new things than some people out there!"

Some people! Nobody in particular!

"Oh, you have to look after him well, then," Lucille countered. "Curiosity killed the cat, as we all know. Or pig, in this case."

This was said in the most concerned way, naturally, because who but Lucille cared as much about Waddles' welfare.

"Oh, no," Mabel replied, something a little sharp, if still disgustingly friendly, creeping into her voice. "Waddles knows how to stay out of trouble. The pterodactyl taught him that one."

She was absolutely, utterly, completely serious.

"And nothing. Hurts. My. Pig."

Mabel was tiny, but fierce. Especially where Waddles was involved.

Lucille wasn't going to ask about the pterodactyl.

"I am sure," she said. "He is lucky to have such a strong protectress." Her voice might have added the sentiment that caring for pigs was rather silly.

Mabel's answering voice, then, held a fair bit of the sentiment that she really didn't care. Waddles was her waddles, thank-her-very-much.

"Strong and fearless," she replied. "But then, it's hard to find something around here that can't be dealt with using a little bit of patience and ingenuity, and a lot of glitter."

Mabel wasn't so shallow as to find herself secretly hoping to catch somebody in the middle of a gremlin bite hallucination! But if she was that sort of person...

"Oh, tell me," Lucille replied, leaning forward a little as if she was truly curious. "How does glitter help?"

~~And now I am tempted to have her gremlin-bit, poor girl.~~

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