You're Invited! [ACTION]

[redcinemareel]

[Grell is out and about in Balamb Garden, standing beneath her parasol. The arm holding up the parasol also holds a basket at the crook of it, filled with red colored envelopes. Currently, she's passing them out. These envelopes hold the key to greatness. To fabulousness!

To a Stag and Doe party!

Never mind that the invites say Don't come without

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[turnip_rage]

[Espio is walking past when he spots Grell handing out random envelopes, and he pauses, frowning. She is up to something. He wonders what? Is it something he can complain loudly about?]

[redcinemareel]

[When does he not complain loudly?]

...aren't you forgetting something~?

[turnip_rage]

[Never.]

Other than what's for lunch?

[redcinemareel]

I'm not the woman who serves lunch, Pinkie.

[turnip_rage]

I'd say "give it a go, it'll give you something useful to do" but I really don't need poison added to my list of worries.

What's that you've got there, anyway?

[redcinemareel]

[Good call. Grell isn't the best at cooking, but she has come a long way.]

Odd, there was poison on the menu, but they seemed to have disregarded my suggestion. A pity.

It's an invite. Unfortunately, you get one. [Hands it to him.]

[turnip_rage]

[...ah, this has something to do with the wedding. He rips it open and quickly skims over it.

Dot. Dot. Dot.

Aaand scowl.]

What do you need money for?

[redcinemareel]

Wedding expenses? [Duh.]

[turnip_rage]

[Espio is a hoarder. This does extend to money (Vector may be partially to blame for that...). But... eh, this is Marco's wedding, so he can contribute something.]

We'll see. I'm still on a sponsorship, remember? I don't have the luxury of a salary to pay for your inevitably over-the-top dress. If you want something off me, you're better off asking for food.

[redcinemareel]

I was actually surprised about that. [And how did he know about her dress?!] You can cook?

[turnip_rage]

Surprised about what?

And no. I can cook [provided it's a packet mix/in a tin/in a jar/microwaveable], but I don't. I just know a good bakery, that's all.

[redcinemareel]

It just seemed that you have been around FOREVER, so I expected you to pass with us. [Grumpy chameleons are really grandpas in disguise.]

Then you can be in charge of food if you wish.

[turnip_rage]

I need an extra quarter for the pilot's internship... and I meant a few bits and pieces, not the lot!

[redcinemareel]

[...don't mind her staring at you, Espio. Can Espio even reach the controls?]

Then ask for help.

[turnip_rage]

[You've just decided to put him in charge of all the food, haven't you? As in, it's now his responsibility to call for help ...grr.

But help? Help? No way!! Espio never asks for help unless it's a dire emergency!

He opens his mouth to snap something along the lines of "forget it!" but...]

No way. I'll do it myself!

[...oh God, now you've gone and done it, Grell. You've made Espio decide to learn how to cook properly.

Hey, he's been bored to death all quarter. That's what happens when you don't have morning classes.]

[redcinemareel]

[YEP. He opened his mouth, after all. Now go ahead and put that foot in it.

That really worked out well. Good job, Grell.]

So hasty! Are you sure~? I may be able to pull a few strings for you. [Eggs him on~.]