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Graduation Brunch: The Park, Sunday, mid-morning to mid-afternoon

It was the Grads' Brunch in the park today, as the brightly coloured banner -- CONGRATULATIONS, CLASS OF 2008! -- indicated.

There were lots of tables and chairs set up in the park, under sails for shade, and long tables groaning under the weight of the food and drink. Not just traditional ~~moddable~~ brunch foods, but a wide selection of ~~also moddable~~ greek dishes and delicacies.

Coffees, teas, punch, juices and softdrink were only some of the ~~also also moddable are you sensing a theme here?~~ wide range of drinks.

Music played quietly in the background, the speakers hanging from the trees, and bocce ball and croquet had been set up. There was even space for dancing, a hard floor having been laid over the grass between the trees.

It may be the Grads' Brunch, but everyone was welcome! Come and congratulate the class of 2008!

[ooc: What it says up there! This is a picnic to celebrate the 2008 graduates and their guests, but it's open to all of Fandom.

Plz wait for OCD

OCD? We has it.]

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"Can't complain," Veronica said. "Well, aside from the fact that I need a refill on my coffee. How's everything with you?"

"You're allowed to have coffee?" Parker said, blinking. Then shook her head. "I'm good. Actually. Although I heard some odd news about you, from a totally unreliable source. So I wanted to check in with you, see if it had any basis in reality that was not complete hallucination."

Veronica raised an eyebrow. "Why wouldn't I be allowed to have coffee?" she asked. "What did you hear?"

"Two things." Her eyes narrowed in annoyance. "One. That you and Logan hooked up while Angel was Angelus?"

Please let Bel be a liar. Or crazy. Okay, he was both, but please let him have been both yesterday...

Veronica's jaw dropped. "Logan told you?" she said. "We agreed not to tell anyone, other than Angel, of course."

Parker facepalmed, and then sighed, "Oh, lord. Mars? Next time you get busy with someone during a big traumatic crisis? Keep it quiet enough that certain half-demons can't hear the whole thing."

It took a minute for Veronica to comprehend what Parker meant. "Bel knows? But... we were quiet... I mean..." she shook her head. "It wasn't like it was wild and crazy or anything. It was right after Angelus tried to kill me."

"If Angel's okay with you two, I have no grounds to criticize." Parker looked like the words were choking her, but said them anyway. "And I get how it could have happened, I talked to Logan during and after it all occurred. So. Yeah." She rolled her eyes. "But, and here's what precipitated the whole conversation with Bel: are you due in August, or September?"

"Due?" Veronica said. "Um... what are you talking about?"

"Mr. Eavesdropper also heard you making a certain phone call to Logan." Parker raised her eyebrows. "Due, due, not as in papers due, or interest past due, but due. Sheesh."

"I still have no idea what you're talking about," Veronica said. "The only thing that I have due is my car inspection next month."

By this time, Parker as sure that Bel had gotten it wrong-- Veronica would definitely have reacted if she'd been worried about a baby. Nobody could be simultaneously pregnant and this dense. "As in a baby. Although it sounds like Bel got at least that much wrong."

"WHAT?!" Veronica yelled, jumping to her feet and looking for Bel. "He said I was PREGNANT?"

Parker couldn't help but laugh, and said, "He was sincerely concerned about you. Especially since you've picked Dick Casablancas to be your babydaddy, since Logan's in another dimension."

Why yes. She was thinking Bel needed his ass kicked. By proxy was just fine.

That clued Veronica in to why Bel might have thought she was pregnant. "Oh, hell," she said, rubbing her temple. "I called Dick a couple of months ago and told him I was pregnant. I was just... messing with him. Bel must have overheard that."

"Ahhhhh. And from such small misdeeds do huge mistakes grow." Parker chuckled and took another sip of her coffee. "Like I said, not truly my business... except that all three of you are my friends, and if someone was getting hurt, I'd want to know about it. Glad that's not the case." She raised her eyebrows. "Bel didn't mean to say as much as he did. He was wondering if it was normal for a human girl your size not to show at four or five months."

"I am going to kill him," Veronica declared.

"Goody." Parker grinned. "Tell him I said 'hi'. And to give Angel a call, if he wants sympathy."

"Oh God," Veronica groaned. "He hasn't told Angel this ridiculous notion of his, has he?"

"I doubt it. They haven't talked in months." Parker's amusement had a harder edge to it now. "I attempted to verbally kick Bel's ass for that yesterday, but maybe I should've brought your taser along. If you have better luck in knocking sense into him, I'll count it a win."

"I will try to knock some kind of sense into him, don't worry," Veronica promised.

"Then a toast: to your nonexistent child, and good deeds done in its name," Parker said cheerfully, holding up her coffee cup. "May all future pregnancies--" Real or imagined, Veronica's or those of other friend's, "--end so well."

Veronica lifted her own coffee mug and clinked it against Parker's. "You know what's kind of amusing, apparently in some universe Dick and I are destined to have kids. Last weekend our son from another dimension showed up here."

"Oy. Now there's a thought." Parker made a face, then smirked, rolling her eyes. "I had no less than three phone calls from assorted nieces last weekend. Wyatt and Isabel's, Chris and Summer's, Anders and Phoebe's and Bel's, and Bridge and Xander's. And none of them grasped the concept of time zones."

"Aw, Auntie Parker is popular with the girls, huh?" Veronica asked, laughing at the mental image of Parker with flock of young followers.

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