Party!

[basketofkisses]

*having checked things over a good dozen times to make sure everything's perfect (it was the first time) and dressed carefully in a well-chosen gown, Rhoda stands near the door to greet her guests (they're Adele's guests as much as hers, but don't try to tell her that

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[baldlaigle]

*has, indeed, brought a cake-- chocolate, and it should taste all right, though the frosting's a bit of a mess-- and some wine, too, and will be flopped across a chair (Rhoda's tried to shoo him away, or at least make him sit properly, at least four times, without success) waiting*

[capital_r]

Cake! --And birthdays. Always an excellent combination. *flops next to Bossuet cheerfully with his own bottle of wine* Hallo, hallo.

[baldlaigle]

Well, this being a birthday and that being a cake, it's safe to say that's a birthday cake. Er. Not that you can tell from the frosting. The lettering didn't come out well.

[capital_r]

'S better than one I could have made. *grins* --Probably a lot better than one Courfeyrac could have made, too. If we had his cake, we'd be eating ashes.

[la_baronne]

*and enters the party in a pink gown and a basket full of matching pink flowers for Jehan* *glances at Bossuet and R* Gentlemen.

[baldlaigle]

*stands long enough to bow, flashing a grin at her, and then flops back into his chair* 'lo.

[la_baronne]

*curtsies with a smile* Hello. That's a rather sad cake you've got there. What happened to it?

[baldlaigle]

A door. Should be all right to eat, though. *pokes at it* Probably.

[proudgrandpere]

*walks in only because his typist made him, because really and looks around slowly*

[capital_r]

If it isn't my favourite elderly Marius-relative! *cheerful grin* Hallo.

[proudgrandpere]

... Oh. It's you.

[capital_r]

The one and only! Haven't you missed me?

[petit_pupil]

*oh, the day's finally arrived, hasn't it? Adele's just in her prime, dressed to perfection in her loveliest gown, with real flowers in her hair, and lacy gloves... she's been flitting around the room arranging things for hours!*

*now, at the arrival of guests, her heart flutters; she's thrilled, but a bit nervous, and greets them shyly as they walk in. (she can't help but notice the large number of French people arriving...and that makes her a little more comfortable.)*

[be_my_me]

*well. as long as he's straight, he might as well flirt, right? is wearing his plainest outfit, which is still rather sparkly (though it should be noted that the sleeves are not slashed)* My lady. *a sweeping bow* I hope this gathering is open to us all?

[basketofkisses]

*makes a perfect (if slightly flouncy) curtsy in return* Of course it is! I thought it would be a nice way to meet some new people.

[be_my_me]

*smiles* 'Tis that, indeed. May I ask your name, lady?

[basketofkisses]

I'm Rhoda Penmark. *smiles prettily* And you are . . . ?