Monkey King sighs, rolling his shoulders. That should about do it: the house is clean, the little clearing behind the house is, well, clear and ready for them to watch the fireworks from, the fireworks - which he also had to take care of himself and that does take some of the magic out of it but what can you do - are ready to be set-up for later (since he wasn't going to just leave them out in the field for anyone to find and/or steal and/or set themselves on fire with). The kitchen is stocked, though untouched: he was banned from cooking anything, apparently, which was honestly fine by him so all he did was buy anything that was needed, plus provide the snacks.
Actual snacks. Not made from hair.
"Man, hosting is hard work..." And he wasn't even planning on doing it at first! He was going to do a repeat of last year's 'one man "party"' before realizing he actually has people he could invite over this time. And a decent amount too.
(More than he expects, even, though he doesn't know about it yet).
It's a little weird. He's trying not to think about it too much or he might do something embarassing like start crying about it.
Well, anyway. With the preparations complete, he has just enough time to make himself presentable before there are knocks on his door.
"Come on in, it's not locked!" Really, it never is.
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