Raise A Flower Of Fire

[Star]

Music, for the Masses.

In this case, food. Numbers are totally A Thing. Cooking for four is different than cooking for two. Different than cooking for three, or cooking for seven. Take a meal made for two. To feed four, you'd think you could just double the ingredients and have the same thing, but more of it. Wrong. Consistency, even heating, all of those things change. Four is not two, and two is not seven. Some people say that Everything Is Math.

Cooking is math.

Eight plastic sacks turned into four pans, three large bowls, and then into seven servings. An upturned phone cycled through U2's 'Rattle and Hum' as meat sizzled and rice steamed. Long fingers worked a knife and wooden board, reducing grilled meats and vegetables into bite-sized bits that slid onto skewers and laid on a bed of rice. A large spinach salad with onions, mushrooms and tomatoes splashed fiber and color onto the table, and slices of bread turned tender by garlic and butter steamed. Tables and seats were rearranged, places set, napkins folded and non-alcoholic drinks set out to fill empty glasses.

July had been the first, then they'd both showed up with two more. Each. Separately, and this would be the first meal.

All.

Together.

Because nobody's Running to Stand Still.

[Aurora]

So here it was, her fist meeting with a new Cabal. There was a mixture of feelings as she drove, everything from excitement to anger. The anger was at how her old Cabal fell apart, no warnings, no nothing. Not knowing if Pepper and Mace were ok bugged her the most. But today was not the day to think about that. Time to focus on the future and finally being able to step up and show those around her she was more than a pretty face.

She parked the GTO and headed to the door. A hand was raised to knock, but she stopped the action. Should she knock? Avis invited her to join the Cabal, does that mean she could just walk in? Oh well, better safe than sorry, and she knocks.

[Arthur]

The smell of food pulls Arthur away from his laptop. Feet sliding off a table the laptop gets placed next to an empty cup. Seriously this place is huge. Paintball could be fun in here. The echo of a knock gets his attention. Sliding his wand into a pocket Arthur walks around a corner to the front doors. Stopping at the door he looks around. Part of the crew now right? Hopefully it's someone friendly.

Arthur opens the door to the blond outside. "Hey"

[Avis]

Over in the firing range there had been the steady sound of arrows sinking into a target. The sounds ceased as the other bodies in the house began to move around and their sounds increased. Driven by curiosity, Avis set her bow and quiver aside and walked out into the hallway to see what was going on, and there she caught sight of Faye past Arthur's shoulders.

"Hey Faye," Avis called as she walked up. "Come on in. You know Arthur, yeah? Or...no?" she asked, coming to a stop next to the Theurge/Thearch and shooting him a questioning look.

[Arthur]

"I talked with her and some others a while ago about the Banisher thing. That's how I got to calling Star." Alluding to the defunct cabal is better than saying it outright..right? Ya probably.

Arthur steps out of the way of the door and looks towards the kitchen. "That smells good"

[Emrys]

Last to arrive was Emrys. A car full of packed bags sat waiting in the parking lot as the Enchanter took what he could carry to the front door.

"Hey Arthur." He said as he crossed the threshold. The smells and sounds of conversation convinced the Enchanter to leave his bags by the door. "Hey folks. Smells good.

His eyes moved around the theater, taking in the interior of his prospective home before settling on the food.

[Aurora]

A smile appears, “Hey Arthur!” she says with a cheerful tone.

“Hi Avis. And yup, like he said, we talked about the problem.” She says walking into the building. The smell hits her,

“Oh yeah! That does smell amazing!” she gushes walking into the kitchen. “Hi Star. Looks awesome!” wishing she could actually cook something.

“Ermac! Hi.” There were more here than she expected. Looking around the kitchen brought back memories of sitting here with Mace and Pepper not too long ago. Where were they? Were they ok? She couldn’t stop that question from circling around her head.

“I would have brought something, but I wasn’t sure what.” She says with a frown.

"Emrys, hi!" she greeted.

[Star]

"Sure. Ummm. Get the doo..."

Words trailed off as voices trickled from the front. Door: Gotten. Super weird. For a couple of months now, We had to do everything. Well, most of the things. No complaining about some light-bulbs being out or the dirty windows. We can't do it all. Especially the things that require ladders. The kind you stand on, not the kind you listen to.

"'Sup. July, Ermac." Look, there's people. Everywhere. Was there enough food? Maybe. If not, there had to be enough sparkle in the house to Make something edible. "Ummm, okay, yeah, start rounding up drink orders. Or maybe just hand people glasses? Let them get their own? Whatever works, you know, with the counter top space."

Counter top space. The ultimate commodity of any chef. Or marginal cook.

"Hey! Hi. Everyone. Art. Faye, hey. Emrys. Uh. Grab plates? And, like, pick a place to sit. If anyone's vegan, there's more salad."

Eyes flickered over to Avis.

Because Full House.