Rory had been in the park for a good chunk of the afternoon, setting things up through the power of her wavy, wavy hands. There were white cloth-covered tables with red bouquets as centerpieces, and chairs for sitting, food for eating (including a cake that had been sent earlier that afternoon, courtesy of a certain undead-type in Los Angeles), and tiny white lights strung up through the trees, as well as some tasteful and simple white and red chintz wrapped around the trunks.
If it looked like
another engagement party Rory had once attended (but with a different color scheme), well, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
[please to be waiting for OCD. OCD IS UP. Open to all! Yes, posted crazy early because my schedule sucks. Cake is courtesy of
notstakedyet, who obviously couldn't physically be here himself but sent something along anyway. :)]