(1611) Eternal Seasons Luncheon

[Morgan Bellanar]

"Heh, I hath only supped upon the sandwich thus far." she chuckled in reply to the next L'Aire's question, "and I shalt recall thine lable of Sasha amongst normans in the future, heh." she finished off the sandwich. "Verily, Sir Malcom hath made that declaration of the soup." And Nahtan made a good jest, "And it seems the Monarch approves. Shalt we try some?"

Morgan acquired two cups of soup, offering one to L'Aire. If L'Aire takes the cup Morgan will sample her own, "Hmm...tis indeed good, heh."

"Heh, how art things going for ye L'Aire? Tis Winter growing?"

[Morgause]

"From over the alps upon an elephant's back," Morgause replied to the Sasha, daintily spearing several leafy greens while she did so.

"Truthfully, I assumed the catering company didn't have anything to do with the Mediterranean, but I suppose they wouldn't get much business if they'd named themselves after the other Hannibal," she jested, nonchalantly twirling her salad laden fork above her plate.

"I would say I'm disappointed," the Cat queen added, "but if their food is so popular I don't see how I can be. Oh, and you may call me Morgause," she finished with a beatific smile that was bent Nathan's way ( Gwydden ).

[Mhairi Ankaa]

Mhairi smiled at her kith cousin, quite happy with his effort, and that he, himself seemed happier.

Laughing, Mhairi raises her own cocktail with good cheer. "Only good drinks!"

Fell-flames flicker over the Mountain, "Me? Just getting all my ducks in order." nibbling on her sandwich. "Oh! And Green? Would you like to go for coffee sometime?" There she asked. In her determination in trying to make friends with the Winter, she didn't realize that it might be taken as her asking him out. Besides things like that tended to just wiz passed her now.

A light laugh escapes the Autumn Queen, "I'm sure you can understand why I thought the name delightful." her flickering fell-flames dance with merriment. Noting that only one ling wasn't in attendance. This was...sad. When she arrived there had been so many and now...Mhairi shakes her head, sipping her cocktail, "I'm sure you'll be very popular indeed!"

[Malcolm Green]

The mountain's big head swivels slowly. There is a pause as Green stares at the Autumn Queen. Then:

"Sure. You got something you want to talk about?" He didn't look like he had noticed the possible subtext either. You get that with Elementals.

Without moving much, he stretched out and poured himself more soup.

[Seraphina]

Seraphina hadn’t been in Sacramento long. Though it had been long enough to get word from Morgause about a gathering. Parties were defiantly the Treasured thing, but this was more than a party. It was her first step into the social ring for Sacramento. How would she be received? Would she be welcomed? Maybe questions that flowed through her head as she dug through her bag for something clean…well…cleanish…and presentable.

She hadn’t been in town long enough to find work, which meant her selection of clothes was slim. Not something that the Nix liked, in fact, it pissed her off. She should be draped in the finest threads, one that showed off her body and enhanced her beauty.

Sighing, well, nothing that can’t be fixed. All she needed was to find a club looking to hire someone to sing, and with her voice, it shouldn’t take long.

Her black dress pants were clean, and she finds a black long sleeved fitted shirt that looked and smelled clean. Bonus! Her long dark hair was washed and straight, eyeliner and smoky eye makeup was applied carefully. Her full lips were left bare and a pair of kitten heels added to her feet.

Well, not how she was used to dressing, but, it was what she had at the moment.
Finding the address, the fairest makes her way in, the welcoming and amazing smell of food greeting her. Pausing in the doorway, luminescent sapphires take in the room, there weren’t that many, but enough.

“Uh, hi, hope I’m not too late.” Says the Treasured with a wave of her hand.

[Nathan Griffin]

Well, if it was that good, he better eat the damn soup before it ran out. His table manners may have ruined any good first impression he might have caused earlier: he barely paused between each spoonful and every now and then he reached for the napkin and wiped away some liquid that had fallen on his chin.

"People've called me lots of stuff," he commented, "but I think this is a first for 'duck'. I eat those things, y'know?" Not today, though. He had to admit the soup was pretty good.

He was about to ask Morgause another polite question, but was saved by the newer new 'ling. At whom he stared; for far longer that he might have wished had he been thinking straight. When he realized, his attention hurriedly went back to the meal. He couldn't help noticing the gender split in the Freehold was turning out... pleasant.

[Morgan Bellanar]

Morgan was glad Mhairi was finally getting her chance to socialize with Green. Other conversations however caused her to eye the soup with worry, "Nazz...oh, heh," she chuckled as she recalled the pop culture reference, "verily tis good, heh, soup." Morgan paused at Morgause's huminatarian jibe. The got her to chuckle, "Nay, that Hannibal shalt get them patrons they nary want. Heh, like the denziens of Wonderland, heh." Morgan enjoyed the soup regardless, snarfing more of it down.

Oh! Another new arrival! And well dressed. Morgan put down the soup to return the wave, "Heh, salutations noob! Nay, " she shook her head, "ye art not too late. Welcome and try the soup. Everybody thinks it tis good." She did eye the suit a lot though. That'd be good for hiding blades up the sleeves. Maybe she should get a suit like that. She eyed Nathan but he was...staring?

Was he surprised the woman was wearing a dress. Morgan shrugged. She walked over to greet the noob. She smiled, "Oh, heh, and welcome to town. Imma Morgan, heh, nice to meet ye. How art ye doing?"

[Malcolm Green]

The mountain's big head swivel's round when he hears an unfamiliar voice; how could he not - the sound was so beautiful, so unique, that he simply had to. He watches on, impassively, as other Freeholder's make their welcome known. Instead, Green simply raises a hand and gestures.

"Not too late. Never too late. Take a seat, yeah. Have some food. Like, we got too much here already. Call me Green. Uh... Tell us about yourself?"

With an effort, he pulls his eyes from the enthralling figure and places them squarely on Mhairi.

"Do you want to take it from here?" he asked. Anyone else it might have seemed rude or brazen. Anyone not an Elemental. Green didn't exactly do nuanced communication through facial expression.