fandomhigh | Summer Shenanigans, Wednesday, June 30, 2021

"Today, since it's between sessions, Beaker has decided to take point," Anakin announced from where his bullhorn was poking out from an absolutely enormous pile of donuts.

The new raccoons had apparently decided to show up today to get new customers through their amazing donuts...tower...things.

So. There were a lot of donuts.

Just. A lot.

"Today we're going to use these donuts--thank you, County Donuts--in a relay race...thing. You can only pass them under your chin. Fortunately, we have a lot of extras for when you drop them!"

He turned to Beaker. "Are there any other rules?"

Beaker meeped extensively. Anakin's eyes went wide. "Well, that's going to get messy."

"Meep meep."

Anakin coughed. "Apparently the donuts are also on a timer and they will disintegrate into sprinkles--or jelly, or cream--if you take too long."

Thank you, Muppet physics.

"Listen for your names! There will be four teams of seven."

Beaker meeped smugly.

Anakin sighed. "And I, apparently, have been included. Come get your t-shirts."

TEAM 'MERICA
Harry
Wanda
Ignis
Beaker
Sam
Astrid
Ulysses

TEAM BEN DRANKIN'
Cait
Five
Stark
Summer
Clare
Din
Anakin

TEAM BANG
Alexis
Alluka
Malia
Diego
Shunsui
Lana
Jaskier

TEAM PICK UP
Belle
Ben
Miguel
Amaya
Dwight
Prompto
Hannibal

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"I mean, feel free to dispute this, but I don't feel like that's restricted to today," Annie noted.

And you know what, she was going to take him up on that, and leaned over to lick his cheek, being more silly than sexy about it. There would be time for that later, of course. Even if, "Lemon and cinnamon booze go together kind of weird?"

Like, not bad, just sort of an unexpected combination.

That assessment tracked with their relationship, pretty much.

"I don't think they're going to be making lemon-cinnamon drinks any time soon," he agreed. "But it's not, like, terrible. Not bad enough to stop kissing you or anything."

"Better not be. I'd kiss you even if you tasted gross," Annie said, tilting her head to actually kiss him.

That was a cute thing to say and all, but Annie could have very easily been flavored like a Charleston Chew, or a Peep, or something, and put it to the test.

Yeah if she had tasted like a Charleston Chew there may have been a problem.

The kiss was interesting, but by no means bad. It was just weird getting a taste of lemon followed by burning cinnamon. "This is a weird day."

"It's pretty low on the weird scale?" Annie hedged thoughtfully. "Like, the flavor thing plus --" She gestured with one hand to their surroundings, ending with a flourish at his shirt, "like, yeah, today's weird. But at least it's fun weird! Like I'm actually kind of glad I'm here for this one."

"Jealous you don't get to join in on the donut fun?" he asked. "I'll switch places with you if you want."

"I don't think you're allowed," Annie assured him, shaking her head so very sadly. "I'll just watch and cheer for you. Even if I think this is a catastrophic waste of donuts."

Like, the tragedy of it all.

"Have you seen how many of these donuts are around?" he asked. "I don't think we can eat them fast enough."

"Spoken like a quitter. I bet they'd freeze," Annie suggested, tapping her chin. "Like, maybe not the kinds with filling, but the more basic ones probably could be."

And now she was going to have to try.

"You've got a problem," he joked. "A fried dough problem."

"Maybe the rest of you are the ones with a problem," Annie replied, lifting her brows. "And besides, I'm not like, indiscriminate about it. Not all fried dough. Like, Elephant Ears are kind of trash."

"They're about on the same level as funnel cakes." Meaning they were really only good if you were surrounded by a carnival.

"No way." No, there were opinions to be had about this, clearly. "Funnel cakes are way easier to eat."

An elephant ear was like an uncooperative pancake covered in powdered sugar.

"But, still, point stands -- not all fried dough is created equal."

"I'm not about to argue with the fried dough master about it," he said, lifting up his hands. "I know I'd lose."

"Do you know why I like donuts?" Annie asked, knowing that he did not actually know this about her. "It's not just that they're usually, like, amazing."

Even though they were.

He shook his head. "There's a specific reason?"

"When I was little and my mom was really nuts about monitoring my weight," Annie explained, "my dad used to sneak me out every weekend and take me out for donuts. It was like, our secret thing. And he'd ask me questions, and like, he'd actually listen. Highlight of my week from preschool until middle of fifth grade."

A pause, and, "And plus donuts are really versatile. So many kinds."

But it was mostly the first thing, yeah.

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That was pretty sweet (no pun intended), and it had Diego leaning in to kiss her on the cheek. He was getting kind of used to that lemon-cinnamon flavor. "I'm glad you got to do that with him."

Annie smiled, leaning into him a little. "Me too. But that's why it's donuts and not, like, cookies or muffins or croissants. Or funnel cake."

Though, like, she would take your cookies and muffins and croissants (and funnel cake), everyone. By all means.

"We used to sneak out at night to go to the donut place down the street," he shared. "One or all of us would usually eat donuts until we puked."

"All seven of you?" Annie asked, smiling softly. "Oh my God, that's so cute."

Even the puke was cute, honestly.

"And, like, really impressively sneaky!" Especially for children!

"I don't know if we actually achieved the sneaking out part or if Dad let us go off hoping we'd be punished in some way," he admitted. "The house has, like, two hundred security cameras."

"Which is still sort of unsettling," Annie admitted with a wince. "And like, maybe if your dad took you guys out for treats you wouldn't have felt the need to sneak off, and now I'm glad this didn't end in you guys having to like, evade criminals at a donut shop."

Not at that time, anyway.

"That would have made sneaking out to get donuts even better." He knew from experience that it was fun!

"There were never any shootouts when I went for donuts as a kid, either," Annie assured him, leaning over to kiss his cheek again (and to once more kind of try out that cinnamon-lemon flavor.) "Sad to say."

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