Nolan Home for Wayward Refugees, 33 Apocalypse, Friday Evening

[not_in_the_book]

The menu finally planned, the guests on their way -- or already arrived, and dinner already cooking, Ronan felt prepared for dinner.

The smells -- and sounds -- coming out of his kitchen were probably enough to make his guests mouth water, but that was, really, par for the course when it came to Ronan. And no, you weren't allowed into the kitchen to help.

[Up early-ish for SP; open to all the Wayward Refugees, OCD on its way!]

Comments

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Well, that is a point," Parker had to admit. "And it'll keep you from making me wear something awful." Like that would ever happen.

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Would I ever do that?" she asked. "I've already seen the perfect dress. And it even has a matching parasol!"

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"It's a good sign you realize I'll need to be armed."

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Are you planning on beating my brothers about the head?"

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"If I have to. Which let's face it, I probably will," Parker said airily. "Or Angel, if he decides to get stupid at the last second. Or whoever follows the Halliwells to the ceremony."

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Forget holding my bouquet. You're my official enforcer." Because Isabel was going to have all her bases covered.