#askthemilletiangiegue

Milreaf smiled back before punching his arm lightly. "Have you ever hosted a party before, Rem? If you ever write a time, it really means 'come an hour later'. But besides your little gloom at lack of promenade-" she emphasized promenade. Lemmy had gotten really over-the-top on the pronunciation. "participants...is something worrying you?"

He shook his head. "Of course not, I'm surprised I haven't been clawed by the..." and then he paused. "And then, that girl she...she's in a relationship with one of the bouncers...the poor girl looked so uncomfortable."

"That wasn't the answer I was looking for~" she pressed a hand on his shoulder while leaning into his shoulder. "Are you waiting for someone? Don't say participants. I mean really, someone?" with the lack of responses she perked up. "Ohhh? Are you in a sort of love triangle? I never knew you were so...outgoing with your love. How romantic."

He snapped back and stepped away. "That is not romantic at all! Love should be extremely passionate and well thought out and..." he was cut off by Milreaf's gloved finger over his lips.

"Aha...I'm sorry Rem Rem. Zacharie told me what had happened. But is it true that both of them are going to prom?" with a slight glare she finished the last bit of the word. "Ah let's see the list and it seems...your date isn't registered...? So the other is going with someone else...Zacharie said his name was... ah! He's going with that little one!"

Lemmy tilted his head in confusion, which little one...? They had to do very slight background checks on all participants. Not for drug or any suspicious reasons. Save for Giegue's mysterious date. There was no info given. But to see who would bring weapons. He shuddered. There was no way to confiscate weapons. Just a reminder to not purposely kill people.

She smiled and hummed in her spot. Lemmy still looked confused.

"Oh, it's Sir Alil. He's a poor little elf who's perpetually sick and alone. I heard he was participating, and I've always wanted to give him something to give him more company."

Lemmy raised a brow at her once he heard the word 'elf'. He knew she held a fine fascination for elves. She constantly had told him that she would rather marry an elf over a human or giant any day. Their gentleness was what had made her clung to them. Well...most of them.

"Remii! I would never!"

"I don't know, he's also pretty short from the records... 4'9?"

"I'm not going to do something!"

"Well he is around your...physical age."

"Remii! I am not!"

"I have no inkling of what you are capable of doing-"

"I made him a pie."

"Oh."

His nose wrinkled. He still hated sweets. It was a long-lasting taste in his mouth that almost tasted...terrible. He waved his hand away as he saw several more people show up. As he grabbed their dinner cards and handed it back to Milreaf, she frowned.

"You're going to be here all night, Rem. Why don't you have fun too? Who knows when your date will get here!"

He looked back at her with an almost wry smile. His face couldn't contort to happier smiles without looking scary. If he didn't wear his glasses - if he could see without them - he'd look scarier with his rather soulless eyes.

She grabbed her hands into his.

"How about...if someone asks you for something, you promise to always do it. Except, if it's borderline into something more...sexual." she smirked when she saw him roll his eyes and start getting uncomfortable. She saw him think about it before nodding. It was so easy to get him to do things!

"Okay, but you must... flirt with any interested person. Like at work."

Milreaf blushed and shoved him.

"Rem no!"

"If a bunch of people ask me to kiss them...I think this is pretty fair." he turned to some more guests before he looked back at her. "Promise? Besides, I'll call you over if your 'date' comes."

She huffed and went toward Miloriana who apologized to her for leaving. While surprised, she had told her it was completely reasonable. She grabbed her dinner card while seeing that she had added alcohol to the punch. Already?! She glumly thought. She motioned to another server and asked them to bring the punch with her. They needed to replace this punch.

Dragging the server behind, she whispered to Lemmy.

"Why don't you make a note that alcoholic beverages are served here. But for anyone underage, the alcohol content is much..much lower. So don't spike the punch anymore."

She hurried back into the kitchen to issue the next line of dinner cards with orders to be ready in a few hours. She raced back outside the kitchen with a new platter of appetizers to be served.

She saw Giegue's dinner card, her face momentarily turning pale...this was a lot. But a request was a request!