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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[somethingwithturquoise]

See, now, what if the guest of honor didn't show up at all, much less when she was expected? Just kidding! Summer would never do that to Stark, at least not intentionally, and, besides, she was pretty curious to see what he was going to come up with. It was good for him, challenging him a little to think and be creative and actually do something instead of just flailing and being indecisive, and while she suspected there had been no small amount of that going on today, she also liked to think that there had been vast improvements made in that arena lately, too.

And, never one to shirk an opportunity to dress up a little, she had thrown on something that felt a little more celebratory than her usual casual get-up and went upstairs to knock on Stark's door.

While also glancing at her watch and listening for any signs of chaos that might emerge from within to get a gauge on what sort of situation she might be walking into.