well this is a depressing excuse for a party

[onthebusagain]

[Mid-day on Sunday, Heather goes around and slips notes under dressing room doors.

If you don't want to be alone today, there will be snacks and people in the Ballroom today

--Heather

She's even dotted every i with a little heart! How cute.

The dining hall is a way better location for a party (or whatever this is) with its close proximity to the kitchen, and more intimate space- but Heather doesn't want to be anywhere near that place. Not for a while, at least. True to her word, Heather's brought snacks- finger sandwiches, a few bags of chips, and a big pitcher of lemonade. There isn't much else set up, but the piano is still there, should anyone want to play.]

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[sunshineprincess]

[She lets out a happy laugh, hugging Astarte tightly.]

You have such a pretty smile!

[solomonjihad]

[Oh nooooo, she hugs back.]

...I do?

[sunshineprincess]

You do! You should smile more often!

[solomonjihad]

...I'll try. To smile more, I mean.

[Ah, is this what it means to smile?...How long has it been since she felt this happy?]

[sunshineprincess]

[She may or may not be bouncing.]

And I'll do my best to give you reasons to smile.