IT'S A MEAN WORLD ☆ easter feast

[michael t.]

ALL I FOUND THE SPACE BETWEEN THE SPACES
STANDING IN THE NOTHING, AND TIME RECLAIMS YOU

The feast. The last of the Easter events, and arguably the hardest one to prepare. Sure, the Easter egg hunt had been pretty arduous, considering Michael had to travel around the entire territory to hide eggs, but at least that didn't involve cooking. Thankfully, the dealer hadn't actually been involved in most of the cooking for the feast. When he had asked those in the tavern about cooking some stuff for it, they had agreed and pretty much ushered him out, knowing full well how garbage the thief actually was at cooking. This meant that, instead of having to worry about preparing the actual meal, he needed to worry about setting up. Said process was easier said than done, however, considering he was working mostly on his own. In order to make things easier for himself, he had shifted once more into his coyote form, figuring that the increased strength and height of the body would be useful.

He spent the majority of the day just moving things around, really. The first step was setting up the massive table for the meal up on the beach, and then finding a tablecloth for it. And then taping down said tablecloth, considering he didn't trust the wind not to make it go flying. Then he began to set up various little Easter decorations, such as pastel colored balloons that he had managed to dig up out of one of the abandoned huts. He even made little gifts for the guests that would be coming. They were relatively small, consisting only of some chocolate treats and pretty seashells, but hopefully they would be appreciated. Once all that was done, he began the slow process of transferring all the food from the tavern to the feast table, moving over everything in small groups so that nothing would be dropped. It took a while, but he was fairly sure everyone would appreciate the feast. At least... he hoped they did, considering the amount of work he had put into it.

Once everything was finally set up, Michael hopped up onto one of the seats, his long tail coming to rest over his paws. He turned and shouted, trying to get everyone's attention, "It's time for the Easter feast, everyone! Tanglewood and The Palm Glades are gonna be joining us as guests, so I'd recommend you get over here before all the food is gone!" The dealer then turned and set his chin on his paws, a sigh of relief leaving him. The food that was spread all over looked delicious, particularly the main course of the meal, the ham, and he was incredibly glad for that. Now, they could all just enjoy a good feast, and hopefully avoid any issues. He was wary about inviting both Tanglewood and The Palm Glades, but Roxie had insisted, considering they were both allies. All he could hope was that no fighting would break out.

— Reggan