MHA #8, Thursday Evening

[stykera]

Stark had suggested a celebration for Summer last night and Summer had latched on to the idea and so Stark had spent the better part of the day putting one together for her. He had a lot to live up to after the surprise he'd arranged for her birthday but this didn't have to be so elaborate. It just had to be something fun. And nice. And surprising. But there was no pressure. (Of course there was pressure. Stark nearly always felt pressure. It was just often internally provided)

Still, he'd gone out for ingredients to make dinner for a dinner recipe he was quite pleased to have found and it was nearly finished and hopefully just the right level of gross.

Dessert was totally finished and waiting to be served later, assuming dinner went well. He'd even gone out and purchased a bottle of something bubbly because that was the sort of thing you drank to celebrate.

Now he just hoped the guest of honor would show up when he expected her to. And, more importantly, that said guest of honor would enjoy her surprise.


[Expecting a certain gross ginger lady but also could be open before her!]

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[stykera]

Stark, who was committed to submitting to Summer's tyranny, obediently opened his mouth for another bite of shrimp.

"This does not get better," he said with a soft sigh. "But the cake will. In the fridge. With wine."

[somethingwithturquoise]

By the smile on her face, it was very clear that Summer was very approving of this dutiful submission.

"Oooh," she gushed. "It's cake?"

And now she was pulling away to finally bounce over to the fridge to have a look.

[stykera]

Stark did so love gaining approval. Especially from this source.

"Good surprise so far? It is cake," he confirmed, grinning widely and waiting for her to see for herself.

"Just for you."

And hopefully some for him. It would be rather tragic to only be allowed to eat slightly gross shrimp.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Hopefully not just for me," said Summer, in an unwitting response to the narrative, with the addition of a cute little over the shoulder pose at the fridge door before throwing it open and having a look.

"Well, that'll make up for chocolate shrimp," she declared, throwing over an impressed look, before reaching in and pulling out the bottle and holding it up questioningly. "And for drinks?"

[stykera]

"For drinks," Stark said, nodding. "With...the wrong glasses." They were mismatched juice glasses he was reaching for. They'd been here when he moved in.

"Still a good surprise? It's strawberry. The cake. And chocolate. Not the wine. The wine isn't strawberry or chocolate but it has bubbles because that's good for celebrating."

And maybe for tyranny?

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Bubbles are good for celebrating," Summer agreed, handing the bottle over to Stark so that she could get the cake. "And so is cake. Not sold on the chocolate shrimp, but it could grow on me!"

[stykera]

"But the shrimp was a little gross," Stark said, smugly. "So it was a surprise."

He was so pleased with himself. Even if it meant he'd had to eat some of the shrimp. He even hummed a little as he opened the bottle to fill the glasses.

"I hope you like the cake. It sounded good. The frosting tasted good when I tried it. Do you want to sit at the table? The couch?"

Take the cake to bed and hope for the best?

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Your baking is always good, Stark," Summer pointed out. "And couch sounds good."

Even if it wasn't as good (and stain-resistant) as hers.

[stykera]

Stark beamed at her. "Thank you. I try. You know I try. And strawberry I thought was good because I know you like that."

And strawberries made him think of her.

"Couch then." He held out a glass to her. "I'll bring 2 slices? Unless you just want forks. It doesn't have to be neat."

Even if this couch was inferior to the one downstairs.