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

Whoever worked the weather magic around here had done an excellent job to make sure things were nice outside for all the new (and old) residents of Fandom. It was warm and sunny, but not so humid that people would melt. There was plenty of ~~moddable~~ food and drinks, places to sit in the shade, and more than enough nametags to go around. It was time to celebrate the start of the summer!

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"Aww, but he sounds so sad," Arden teased from behind him. "Maybe he was just trying come over to say hi to me."

She was trying, BD. She had your back. She was gonna start a trending hashtag and everything. #FreeBD

"Oh no, don't fall for his sad eyes, they're a lie," Cal said.

"I don't lie!" BD-1 said, making another sad noise at Arden.

"Okay, fine, you can say hello to her, but don't run off."

Now you had a cute droid at your feet making an "uppie!" face at you, Arden. Well done!

And was Arden giving him uppies? Fucking right she was. She wasn't a monster. She bent down and scooped him up, then twirled around before tucking him against her chest and facing Cal again, eyes bright. "I can't believe you wanted to deny people this adorable picture we're making right here," she said, leaning her head against BD's and giving Cal a smile. "Give the people what they want, Cal."

Cal rolled his eyes playfully, and grinned at BD. "Are you happy now?"

BD-1 nodded and snuggled against Arden's chest, because it was a lovely place to be, thank you very much.

"Well, I'm glad you two are having a good moment." To Arden, he asked, "How's your picnic going?"

At least someone was getting to enjoy it, since Cal only liked her as a friend and probably didn't even notice her chest at all.

"Aww," she said, giving BD-1 a soft cuddle and dropped a kiss on his tiny head. "You're so sweet, BD."

THIS COULD BE YOU CAL, BUT YOU PLAYIN'.

"Not bad," she said. "I met my new sibling, Stewart, and we yelled about capitalism some, and I met one of our two new neighbors, Kamala. I think she's on the other side of you? A freshman, and in our paintball class."

Where it would be the two of them against a herd of cops and Jedi. Even with powers, this seemed unfair.

"Otherwise, just mostly talking to folks. How about you? How goes yours? Did you talk to the new professor who's cooking food over there?" She pointed to a dwarf hunkered over an open fire. "He's giving out food, too."

Excuse you, he would be having an intense discussion later with BD about his experience. "I haven't talked to that professor yet, but I'll definitely take a trip by. I've mostly been eating my way through the day. Everything is so good. I'll have to introduce myself to Kamala, and apologize for anything that might happen in paintball."

Cal was definitely looking forward to that class.

"I'm not surprised you've been busy socializing. Does it look like your parties will be well-attended?"

"Wait, no, she's on the other side of Gonzo, not you," Arden said, giving him an apologetic look for the temerity of having been wrong about his neighbor. Truly an unpardonable sin.

"You know," she added, one hand on her hip, the other still cuddling BD. "You're getting real cocky about how you're gonna trounce folks at paintball." Because he was justly confident in his ability. "What's gonna happen if you're wrong and you're the one who gets...paintballed or whatever the proper verb is."

Besides the flying pig parade they'd be seeing and all.

And then her pretend offense melted away like it had never been, leaving the amusement he could already feel through the Force bubble up into a laugh. "And...maybe? I think so? Hope so, anyway. Though I don't know if I should be throwing another one so soon."

Would that be violating unspoken party law or something?

"But maybe something low-key in Midnight so we can meet the new folks..."

"We should definitely have a manor get-together," Cal said. "So we can meet the new people and establish ourselves as the best house in town."

Cal thought about the paintball class for a moment and grinned. "How about this? If you beat me at paintball, I'll buy you dinner wherever you want in town. If I beat you, you've got to buy me dinner."

A friend dinner! Based on a bet!

Just totally normal friend things that friends did all the time!

"Oh, you're on," Arden declared. "I promise to go easy on your wallet when you're treating me to dinner."

She'd regret all this unjustified confidence come Monday, but for some reason, she felt like maybe she wouldn't mind the outcome, whatever it happened to be.

Probably she was just that much of a good sport about things. Must be it.

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