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[batghoul]

WHO: The Bat Family, plus anyone that is friends with Steph.
WHERE: Cass and Steph and Charlie's place.
WHEN: Wednesday evening.
WARNINGS: None!
SUMMARY: It's Steph's birthday, so it's party time!
FORMAT: literally whatever

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KITCHEN

[batghoul]

[There's food everywhere, including a big, purple cake. And some cookies that Cass baked. Eat at your own risk.]

OPEN

[bedeviledspider]

[ Reilly, early on in the evening, had decided that this where he would choose to hide. For the whole night, God willing. There was only one slight problem with that plan: the cookies. Which he could almost swear were setting off his senses.

Still, he took one.

Ever so reluctantly. ]

[batghoul]

[There's someone sneaky up on Reilly, both watching carefully to see if he'll eat one of the (admittedly terrible) cookies, and to place a purple party hat on his unsuspecting head.]

[bedeviledspider]

[ Just as he takes his first bite, his spider-sense goes off. He knew there was something wrong with those cookies. Still, struggling the urge to spit it out, he manages to swallow one piece.

And starts looking for a place he can discreetly toss the rest.

Oblivious to the hat now sitting upon his head. ]

[batghoul]

[It doesn't really take body reading abilities to see the disgust radiating from him. Still, she can't help but be a little sad that her cookies are apparently that bad. When she speaks, it's from behind him.]

Sorry.

[bedeviledspider]

[ He startles. Almost hitting the counter. Oh, yeah, he was a very focused warrior. Except when it came to her. ]

For what?

[ Time to take another huge, guilty, bite of his cookie. And hopefully use the chewing time to think of an excuse. ]

[batghoul]

[She just timidly points to the cookie.]

They're not very good.

[bedeviledspider]

No! They're, they're fine.

[ Sure. He was forcing himself to swallow (and his little hat was even drooping down in sympathy) but they were FINE. ]

[batghoul]

[She appreciates the gesture, but...]

Don't have to lie.

[bedeviledspider]

I'm...

[ Looks down at the floor. ]

Not?

[batghoul]

[She'll reach over to take the cookie from him.]

You are.

[bedeviledspider]

Sorry?

[ Apologetic smile? Which quickly morphs into a frown as he fingers slowly travel up his head and towards the hat. ]

Wait a minute--

[batghoul]

It's okay.

[She can't help but smile a little when he discovers the hat. He must wear it. Party rules.]

[bedeviledspider]

[ Hopefully, sulking makes her smile, because he's going to be doing it for a while. Party hats, he hates you, he hates you so much. ]

Why is it always me?

[bedeviledspider]

[ UGH. What was the point of a spider-sense if people kept surprising you? Honestly. ]

Turtleface. I should be surprised, and yet...

[ Then, a thought occurs to him, and he just shakes his head. Strangely amiable for once. ] Cass made them and they happen to be wonderful. No idea what you’re talking about.