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

So, the heat meant that many of the tables and chairs had been set up in the shade, and someone had found outdoor table umbrellas in blue and gold, god help us all. But hey, a little heat never hurt anyone who wasn't a vampire, right?

Ahem. The picnic was open for warm, sunny business.

[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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"I came ill-prepared," Margaery confessed, gesturing to her gown - which, although it was ornate and embroidered with delicate roses, still cut nearly to her navel. "If I'd known I was to be shedding a layer of clothing, I might have worn something easier to remove." She leaned in conspiratorially. "Maybe next time, when I'm less a stranger to these lands."

Kind of depended on how long she was staying, but she wasn't going to say that. The problem certainly wasn't going to be her sense of modesty.

"I think you put in a good effort," Dante said. Look, it was hard to miss the down to the navel-ness of her dress when she was bending over like that, and he was not exactly fantastic at subtlety. "For a first-timer, you nailed it."

Right. There was stuff he could look at that wasn't her cleavage.

"Anybody warn you what you were getting into?" he asked. Of her face.

Margaery smiled, lifting a brow. "I've been warned about five or six times over, but all about different things. Apparently I shall have to avoid adventure and attacks while here, and I must also learn to use something called the Internet."

It had been an informative afternoon.

"Is there more to worry about? Better learn now before my shock sets in."

Dante tilted his head. "I meant before you came here," he said, after a moment. "But as for the other stuff, I think they covered it. Which is good. The last thing you need is spending your time jumping at shadows all the time, right?"

He shifted on the bench, turning towards her. "So where are you from, Margaery?"

"Westeros - specifically the Reach - where, no, no one warned me sufficiently about this place," Margaery replied good-naturedly, finding herself some available bench space to perch upon. "Don't worry if you've not heard if it. Seems to be the theme of the day."

She was adjusting. There would be time for homesickness later.

"And yourself, prior to settling in here?"

"Limbo City," Dante said easily. "Which is supposed to be along the East Coast - we're at the East Coast - but go figure, no one's heard of it either."

He shrugged. It wasn't like he particularly missed the shithole, except for when he did.

"Is the Reach anything like this?"

"Some things are similar." She was back to admiring your chest, Dante, don't mind her. "Which is a comfort. But most of this world is proving wholly unfamiliar." She glanced over, thoughtful. "And so you must be from this country, then, if not this...exact instance of it?"

She was sort of grasping the multiple dimensions thing. Slowly.

Dante wouldn't have taken his shirt off if he didn't want pretty newbies to admire it. In fact, his smirk-grin-something-in-between might have gained a few watts in the light of her attention.

"Something like that," he agreed. "Born in America, totally American, it's just that nobody around here has heard about my chunk of America. It happens. The place is weird as fuck. But it's a great place to make friends."

It was a small miracle he wasn't saying that to Margaery's cleavage, honestly.

"So I'm learning," Margaery remarked, resting her chin in a hand and smiling at him. "So, seeing as you're so very much more experienced in the ways of this land than I - what's your favorite thing about living here? I'm doing my best to come up with reasons to be glad I'm stuck here."

Several of those reasons had to do with the aforementioned shirtlessness and new friend-making, but she was open to other ideas as well.

"The island?" Dante leaned back. "The food's free, the drinks are cheap and the people are easy."

He threw her an easy wink.

"It's quiet, but we know how to run a party."

"You've named several of my favorite things," Margaery noted, reaching down to play with her necklace. For no reason at all. She glanced around, taking in the picnic, and looked back to him. "I'd like to see a demonstration of that last one the next time the occasion strikes, unless you consider this one such party."

It seemed more like a feast her father would throw for visiting vassal lords. Food and flattery, but lacking in dancing and drinking.

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"Nah, this is just a welcome picnic," Dante said, and okay, his attention was definitely drawn back into her neckline again.

She seemed to be okay with it, so he wasn't going to make too much of an effort to stop.

"Last week we set up on the beach, played around, had a bunch of drinks." He shrugged idly. "I can drop you off an invitation next time we do something. I'm in room 322."

You know, if she wanted to stop by for whatever reason.

"I'm in 204," Margaery said, pronouncing each number crisply. "And I would love that. As long as I'd be no imposition, you may count me in for the next with a bottle of Dornish red to share."

Assuming she could figure out a way to make trips back to see her brothers, that was. If she was truly stuck, she would buy a bottle of something local to share so that she might save her wines from the Seven Kingdoms for the nights she needed a taste of home.

"A girl like you's not an imposition anywhere," he said, grinning. (And... slightly mispronouncing imposition. It wasn't a word he used every day.)

As long as she wasn't secretly the obnoxious kind of rich girl. Dante was willing to give her ~~cleavage~~ the benefit of the doubt for now, though.

"Especially not if you're bringing fancy booze."

She mostly wasn't an obnoxious rich girl! Mostly.

"My brother's parting gift was to stash a few bottles from our castle's cellar in my bag," she confided, grinning. "I won't promise fancy - but the upside of no one knowing my home is that none of you have sampled our goods, either. So it'll be new."

"Kinda like you," Dante observed. "I like it."

Or, you know, her.

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