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.]

Comments

[dechagny]

I think that would be a good thing to do. [He will also see if he can catch the man alone for a chat to get his mind off of things.]

[sunshineprincess]

... do you think he would eat a hot pocket? [Random. But Valjean sort of liked them. Why not Javert?]

[dechagny]

[........hot pockets.........]

I see no reason why he would not want to try.

[sunshineprincess]

[Yes. Hot pockets.]

We could teach him like Valjean taught us. It might make him feel closer to us and Valjean.

[dechagny]

That sounds like a good idea. [He nods.] Let's make a plan of it.

[sunshineprincess]

We could always make a whole bunch and everyone can try them, too!

[dechagny]

You know, that's an even better idea! I don't know if everyone has had them yet. Oh, but we must warn them before they bite into one fresh from the micro-wave.

[sunshineprincess]

Yeah, we can't have anyone burning their mouths just for those.

[dechagny]

It would also prevent them from tasting anything for quite some time.

[sunshineprincess]

That and their mouths would be really sore.