We Didn't Die Party!

[notasingleword]

Who: Ariel and whoever wants to come!
What: PASTA PARTY!!
Where: Vista Way; Ariel's & Freddie's apartment
When: Sunday Night
Warnings: None but I'll update if needed!



[Sunday morning if you're wandering around Vista Way, you might spot a new flyer hung up around the building. It's everywhere really, so it's hard to miss. Pick one up and you will read (if you understand bad handwriting):]

"You are invited to Ariel's very first pasta party! We'll be celebrating our new home and being alive! Please arrive promptly at dinner time at Ariel's and Freddie's apartment!"

[If you decide to come, you'll find Ariel busy in her kitchen as she's preparing dinner. She made a lot of pasta and meatballs. Like too much. It's ungodly. Hope you're ready to eat a lot! The girl smiles brightly as her guests arrive. She never got to host an after party during their time in the manor, so this is the closest she'll get!

Thanks for coming! I'm so happy to see you!

Comments

[standingonmyneck]

[There's the wacko. If she had the care, she would roll her eyes. Why the hell was he bothering talking to her, other than to try to get under her skin. That was probably the reason. The only one here who has started antagonizing her intentionally. Better not even give an inch that he could.]

I'm only here because someone left a meaty mess by my door. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?

[It was easy to suspect the suspect.]

[itsthecount]

Of course not. I would never waste food by throwing it at the door of those I despise.

[Count Olaf is all about conservation, Daria. It's enough to get him to narrow his unibrow at even being suspected.]

[standingonmyneck]

Funny. I didn’t even say anything about you doing it, but thou protest anyway. Fascinating.

[She ain’t stupid, mate.]

[itsthecount]

I am preemptively proving my innocence.

[standingonmyneck]

You haven’t even given any proof.