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

[bigdamnprincipal]

Despite the fact that this picnic was celebrating the new fall semester, it was still technically summer, and the weather was making that clear. It was sunny, with not a cloud in the sky, and the temperature was seasonably toasty.

With not a minute to spare, the food was ready, the tables and chairs had been spread across the lawn with just the right amount of glitter on them, and everything was ready to welcome a new batch of folks to the island!

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Re: General Mingling [Fall 22]

[pocketpretzels]

Listen he'd had a very stressful morning dealing with the fallout of coming from a very homophobic time period.

"Detective Watts." Because he very much preferred being addressed by his surname. Or his title. "Is it- how are you finding it here, so far?" See! He could small talk! Like a normal person!

Re: General Mingling [Fall 22]

[carbsliftthespirit]

"Oh, it's great! Lots of food," Raiden said, gesturing toward the spread with one hand. And the plate in it. "And I didn't even have to cook it! Not that I mind cooking, of course. I love cooking." He just never wanted to put the work of feeding Gluttony on any of his brothers, so he rarely took a break from it.

Re: General Mingling [Fall 22]

[pocketpretzels]

"The food is absolutely a draw," Watts agreed. And then reached to pull a soft pretzel off of his pocketwatch chain and take a bite. Like you do.

Re: General Mingling [Fall 22]

[carbsliftthespirit]

That was a genius use for a watch chain and Raiden was a little mad he hadn't thought of it himself.

You know. Back when people wore pocket watches on the daily.

The pretzel wouldn't have lasted very long on his person, anyway.

"Detective Watts," Raiden said, because he wasn't sure when someone introduced themselves that way if it was more polite to use just their job title or their surname. "I am impressed."

Re: General Mingling [Fall 22]

[pocketpretzels]

"I- am not entirely sure what I've done to merit such a reaction, but- thank you?" Watts said.

Re: General Mingling [Fall 22]

[carbsliftthespirit]

"Your..." Raiden gestured. "Pretzel chain thingy."

Oooh, a pretzel would be so good right now. With mustard. And a beer.

Re: General Mingling [Fall 22]

[pocketpretzels]

"Ah! Yes. Well. Back home, working odd hours, stopping for a meal wasn't always possible," a possibility that might slightly horrify poor Raiden here, "so, I learned to improvise. Take a meal with me as it were. And it's just- habit, these days."

(Somewhere, Steven was facepalming at him for considering a pretzel a meal.)

Re: General Mingling [Fall 22]

[carbsliftthespirit]

Raiden was horrified, all right, for more than one reason. "A pretzel is not a meal!" he protested. "A pretzel is a light snack!"

Re: General Mingling [Fall 22]

[pocketpretzels]

Oh, him too? Really?

"Better than nothing, particularly if I'm spending my time at a crime scene."

Didn't stop him from nibbling on any food that was at a crime scene, of course. Including at least one that had involved a poisoning. But that had been of the wine, not the canapés.

Re: General Mingling [Fall 22]

[carbsliftthespirit]

Raiden didn't judge. Those canapes had probably looked delicious.

He did judge other things. "You--you need more than just a pretzel if you're spending hours investigating crimes. You need...protein, and vegetables. At least cheese."

Pizza. You needed pizza, Watts.

Re: General Mingling [Fall 22]

[pocketpretzels]

"Bit difficult to fit anything more complicated than a pretzel on my watch chain," he pointed out.

He did not need literal pizza pockets, Raiden, c'mon.