The Jedi Outcast. (V8.0)

I was just joking, Sis. *hugs8 But if you're willing, so much the better. Even moreso if you serve more apple crisp.

 

well, we know Lank is going to preside the ceremony.

because it is the JO, that makes Knight and Jez sort of the hosts...

I was originally going to ask Sis for her musical talents, but if she wants to cater, that's cool too.

 

I'd love to do the music, Skye. Just name the tunes.

 

Okay Sis, you're the music buff. You are in charge of the music.

Now, who should cater?

 

*goes to check on attire for the wedding ceremony*

Skye just what kind do you want here? Orthodox, heavy ceremony, or fast and looose?

 

You know Lank, the traditional stuff.

Do you take... in sickness and in health... yadda yadda.

Plus rings bit.

I g2g for a sec

 

As to catering, Elu is ship's cook. Maybe if I work with him it'll keep him from being too silly.... And I think it would tickle him pink.

 

You got it.

 

Hello everyone!

Anything terribly interesting happen while I was gone?










»Who dares wins«

 

*points to pan of Apple Crisp*

Have some, Jon. And do you want ice cream with it?

 

Yes, thank you, dear.









»Who dares wins«

 

French Vanilla, or CCCD, Jon.

 

8Finishes his portion, sits down near fireplace*

I hate winter. *grumbles*

 

With apple crips, french vanilla is the only way to go.

Only filthy commies eat CCCD with apple crisp.

j/k.








»Who dares wins«

 

okay I'm back.

I have to ask Nat, but I think I'd like Knight to be the father of the bride, so to speak. You know, give her away

 

*puts a scoop of FV on Jon's Apple Crisp* Good stuff, that.

*Pats Lank's shoulder* I know what you mean, luv, cold wet nasty. This too shall pass. *remembers something, runs to room, comes back out with Lank's heavy robe, all cleaned and nicely folded.*

Here, dear. You lent me this just before I got sick. It helped so much. *drapes it over his shoulders.*

 

Hey, I happen to like winter!

Well... except when it snows. Snow is an effing pain in the arse.








»Who dares wins«

 

Eva: You're preaching to the choir

Thanks Sis. You didn't have to return it.

 

But it's yours - and... well, it's cold, and you need it more right now. It was comforting to have it when I was so sick.

 

*puts on thermal suit*

*hucks dry ice at Lank*










»Who dares wins«

 

*Force pushes the dry ice chunk aside*. throws open Klondike bars at Eva*

And what about you, Sis? How are you going to stay warm?

 

Hey Jon. I got a favor to ask of you. Wednesday night, please come to mine and Earwen's e-wedding. but please, PLEASE, behave okay? thanks.

 

*bats ice back at Jon with scoop*

Meanie!

*looks down *

I made myself one just like it.

 

After Monday, I'll finally be able to relax for the first time in about 2 months. I'll be there, and I promise to behave.

*pours himself a Guiness*









»Who dares wins«

 

just wanted to pop in and say a big congrats to natalie and bevan, and you know I'll be here Wednesday