[Connor's setting out threedifferentpies at the beginning of the party. Feel free to ask about "why the hell do you have three apple pies" while he's doing that. It's actually kind of a funny story and he will absolutely produce random apples from the pockets of his jacket while telling it. Don't worry about it. There's still apples in the kitchen, by the way.
Anyway, Connor eventually ends up by himself at one of the tables with the entire selection of nail polish from the costume shop in front of him.]
This is typical slumber party shit, right? Come here, I'll paint your nails.
[His own nails are black, like they have been since he arrived, but absolutely immaculate. Also he's still wearing the awful purple duster coat over a t-shirt and khakis. This is a joke only for me. Please let me have this.
He's mostly eating apple slices that he's dipping in peanut butter, although he'll eat anything that someone thrusts at him, but whenever he's left to his own devices he pulls out a photo and stares down at it.]
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Anyway, Connor eventually ends up by himself at one of the tables with the entire selection of nail polish from the costume shop in front of him.]
This is typical slumber party shit, right? Come here, I'll paint your nails.
[His own nails are black, like they have been since he arrived, but absolutely immaculate. Also he's still wearing the awful purple duster coat over a t-shirt and khakis. This is a joke only for me. Please let me have this.
He's mostly eating apple slices that he's dipping in peanut butter, although he'll eat anything that someone thrusts at him, but whenever he's left to his own devices he pulls out a photo and stares down at it.]