25 Unicorn Street, Friday Evening

[on_her_korhal]

So.

She had some food in the fridge. And drinks. Non-alcoholic drinks.

So.

She had a couch. And a record player. And--

A birthday party, apparently. Maybe. She wasn't sure.

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[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

Kerrigan took the plate with some care, balancing it in the palm of her hand for a moment before setting it down; first, she had to pour River a glass. The changeover was a little awkward.

Eventually, though, River had a green glass of neon green fizz, and she had a cake she was... very... carefully tackling with a fork.

A regular fork. She didn't really have any cake forks. "Thanks," she said.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River took the glass. "I will dance later," she said.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"There's two people in the living room who are probably happy about that," Kerrigan grinned.

And then-- finally-- tried the cake. "...It's not bad," she said, a little surprised. "...I like it."

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

And then River gave her a wide grin and wrapped an arm around her neck and hugged her, balancing glasses and plates.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Oof."

She probably didn't mean to say that out loud. But she hugged back as best as she could, what with plates and glasses and all. "Go bring cake," Kerrigan grinned.