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With the ceremony completed and the graduated officially done with their high school careers, a brunch had been planned to celebrate the occasion and allow graduates, their guests, and the other inhabitants of the island to enjoy some good food and good conversation outside. The weather was warm and the sky was clear.

Fraser had been busy helping set up since the early morning hours. Apparently, Dean Stinson had gone a little overboard with some of the food, particularly the cake. The huge sheet cake arrived via truck and, where Fraser thought he'd be able to carry it, ended up having to use a forklift to get it to the park. From there, it took several people to lift the cake onto a table of its own. It was that big. Fraser hoped everyone enjoyed and hoped everyone was prepared to take a lot of cake home.

There were also several other tables of food and drinks, ready to be enjoyed. There were tables and chairs situated around the park, covered by tents to keep it from becoming too warm.

And there was cake. Please don't forget the cake.

[Mingling | Food | Tables and Chairs | Edges of the Park | OOC | OCD is up! Post is open to EVERYONE! Have fun!]

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In retrospect, it had turned out to not have been such a great idea to skip the graduation ceremony in favor of a dinner date.

So, having learned from her mistakes, Kate was here now. With food that was exactly what she'd picked out, and which was most definitely not ending up in anyone's lap.

And which was a good distraction from all those less than pleasant feelings about people leaving.

"Kate." Leto smiled as he approached her.

... Speaking of less than pleasant feelings about people leaving, here would be some now.

"Leto," Kate greeted back, smiling as well.

He wasn't going to ask how she was doing. Instead he leaned in to kiss her. "Will you have dinner with me tomorrow?"

She returned the kiss, soft and light.

"I don't know," she drawled then, managing a smirk. "Is anyone going to get ravioli dumped on them?"

See? She could joke about recent unfortunate events (and probably confuse him a bit). She was fine.

Leto was familiar with that strategy by now. "Not if it can be avoided," he laughed. "Why?"

"Had kind of an extremely unlucky dinner last night," she explained, lightly amused by it now. "And we hadn't even ordered ravioli."

"I'm not sure I want to know, but now you've made me curious," Leto replied cheerfully. "And you know how this island works. I can't promise it won't happen again."

"I think this is something that follows me and Warren, specifically, so we should be safe," Kate told him. "But we can't go to Il Pollo. I glared at the waiters." Beat. "Because they fucking sucked."

"You could go in disguise," Leto said with a grin. "I'm sure Irulan could arrange something."

"No offence to your stepmother, but no thanks," she replied, rolling her eyes. "Besides, after last night, I don't want to go back there."

"You don't want to take revenge on the ravioli?" Leto raised an eyebrow.

"Wasn't the ravioli's fault, it was the damn clumsy waiter."

And whatever curse it was that plagued her dates with Warren.

"Also, there was that thing with the engagement ring..."

"Engagement ring?"

He didn't expect Kate to get engaged, but then she was sometimes unpredictable.

Unpredictable, yes, but not quite that unpredictable. She gave him a look.

"It was delivered to the wrong table." Beat. "Ours."

And here Leto couldn't resist bursting out laughing. "I would have liked to see that, I think."

Kate shook her head and smirked a bit. "There was mostly just... a lot of horrified staring."

"So you didn't take the opportunity?" he teased.

She snorted. "Because I so totally want to be 16 and married to a guy I can't even go out with without something going wrong."

"Does this sort of thing happen often, then?" Leto asked.

"We've tried to have coffee together three times before this," Kate replied, before rattling off, "First time, it was attacking flamingos. The second, gremlins. And finally, a fucking boa constrictor."

She made a face. It all sounded worse, listed like that. She hadn't even realized.

"Flamingos?" Leto said. "The ones from the park?"

"Those, yeah," Kate nodded. "I swear we didn't do anything to provoke them. My theory is they were jealous."

"Jealous? Of what?" Leto said, then added: "I got those flamingos here."

"Of Warren's wings-- wait, you what?"

Well, that was news.

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