concoursec | Family Outing!

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Family Outing!

Character(s): Mom (Grell), Dad (Marco), and their son (Toby)

Location: The Quad

Rating: G to PG. Surprised, too?

Open/Closed/Finished: Closed

Summary: Family fun times AHOY!

Everything was...well, near perfect. Red blanket, red plates and cutlery, and his little potted plant that began to sprout a bit. There were mostly junk food like cookies and small cupcakes, but Grell made sure to include a salad. It looked decent...and possibly edible. Grell wasn't so sure about the cookies and cupcakes though. He followed the recipe exactly, so it had to turn out good, right?

BUT! No doubt that his lemonade, hand made, mind you, would be fabulous! He was an expert at making something digestible. Now all he had to do was water the plant and wait for the other two to arrive.

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"Ah?" Marco hesitated, but smoothly overrode his own concerns with a deadpan face. "Wow, looks great kitten. Did you set this all up yourself?" More so he was worried about the cooking, but at least he had the sense not to say so.

This was why Grell liked Marco. He had tact.

"Does it?" Grell smiled softly, patting a space next to him. "I did. Followed the instructions exactly and timed it perfectly!" He crossed his arms with a smug smile. "I think it should taste good enough to eat!"

Yeah, he hasn't tried them yet.

"Where's Toby?"

"Ladies first," Marco beamed and tickled Grell under the chin lightly before looking around for his informally adopted son. "Beats me. I'm sure he'll be along shortly."

[UM....LET'S WAIT FOR TOBY!]

It wasn't too long before Tobias appeared, drawn at the sight of his parents and a... picnic. He couldn't remember the last time he'd officially had one of those, which meant he was coming over even quicker and even more curious.

"What's going on?"

"Oh, Toby! You're just in time! Sit! Sit!" Grell gestured over to a space on the blanket for him. "We're having a picnic." The redhead took a container of cookies and shoved it in front of his face. "Here, try one."

"What happened to Ladies first?" Marco laughed nervously, but didn't stop Toby from eating it. So far as he could tell, Toby had spent a couple of years starving and scavenging and as such, was far from picky. "May I have a cup of your delicious lemonade, kitten?" He grinned politely and poured himself a cup.

Tobias blinked, but obeyed and settled down where Grell gestured. His eyes lit up at the word 'picnic,' but before he could say anything the cookies were suddenly in his face, and he was more than happy to shut up and scarf down a few first.

Grell took away the container quickly after Toby had about two in a blink of an eye! "What have we said about eating too quickly?"

He then looked over to Marco with a smile, completely changing his attitude. "Of course you can, dearest! Pour Toby some, too, won't you~?"

Whips his head over to Toby, staring him down. "Eat slower." He gave his head a soft pat, suddenly smiling again.

Marco couldn't help but laugh cheerfully at Grell being in full nagging mother mode and happily pours Toby some as well. "And one more for you kitten."

Tobias, on the other hand, winced a little at the reprimanding, mumbling an apology and fiddling with his hands. He happily takes the lemonade, however, and makes a clear effort to drink it slowly.

"Thank you."

Now there's a good boy! Learning manners and eating/drinking slowly. Grell gave Toby a proud grin before taking his lemonade from Marco, winking cutely. "Thank you~." He took a sip, humming at how tasty it was. Really, he could sell this stuff if he wanted!

"Now it's your turn!" He handed a cookie to Marco with a grin. "I can't taste my own cooking. I'm biased!"

"Ah. Of course," Marco hesitated and quickly scarfed it down. After all, Marco'd eaten bugs before. How bad could the cookies really be? "They're good, Kitten."

He smiled back at Grell, sipping at the drink and glancing over to Marco. He wasn't exactly the best judge of food either, to be fair -- the boy'd resorted to eating anything even remotely close to food, so even this tasted miles more pleasant.

"What else is there to eat?"

The cookies were a success, and Grell looked incredibly happy.

"Really?" He scrambled for the cupcakes and handed one to each of them. They had pink frosting with red sprinkles and a ruby red cherry. "Here, try this."

"Whoa," Marco looked suitably impressed. "Almost too cute to eat," he laughed quietly.

Tobias didn't seem to share the same thought, starting to munch on the cupcake once it was given to him. "It's good, too!"

"My cooking is getting better!" Grell wiggled in his seat happily. "First simple things like cookies and cupcakes, then I'll work my way up!" Grell slowly rose from his seat until he stood. "And up!" He rose his arms high above him in a grandiose gesture, his red hair shimmering in the sun as he smiled brightly. "And UP until I can make a wedding cake!"

"A wedding cake, eh?" Marco grinned at the happy red-head, mildly distracted by the wiggling. "How ambitious," he laughed quietly, amused at Grell's determined enthusiasm.

"It was bad?" The boy blinked a little, giving Grell a curious look, tilting his head. "Why do you want a wedding cake?"

"Why wouldn't I want a wedding cake?" Grell tilted his head to the boy!

"Well they are usually reserved for weddings," Marco mused out loud, enjoying all of this in any event.

"Are you and Grell getting married?"

Deadpan face forever. Way to put him on the spot Toby.

"Does it seem that way?" Marco arched an eyebrow cautiously, without even waiting for Grell.

Oh, Marco was answering for him? Grell crossed his arms casually with a smirk, wanting to see where this would go.

...go on, Marco.

"Well you and Grell are always really happy and like each other, and why would you want to make a wedding cake if you weren't getting married?"

"Because, wedding cakes are beautiful, Toby, just like myself." Grell grinned, averting any other implications that of course he'd want to get married. Why wouldn't he?

But it meant nothing if Marco didn't feel the same, so it was best to skirt around the truth. Not like wedding cakes weren't beautiful!

"Well you know," Marco kept his face even, "Someday. When Grell works up to it, eh?" He couldn't exactly bring Grell home to meet his family, but he wasn't sure he could get married without finding SOME way of telling them. Even if his Pops was dead now. "You are right about the beauty factor at least," Marco flashed a grin at the red-head. "Delicious too," he muttered.

Grell was pretty sure he was up to it, but he was always the hasty type. With the life he had, where he had nothing and no one to tie him down in his original world, each day was made with haste. Always now since there was no reason to wait.

He snickered at how delicious he could be. It must be nice to be so naive, eh Toby?

"Thank you, dearest."

Ignorance is bliss, especially with this boy. He just tilted his head, confusedly looking between the two of them before going for something more to eat. Grown-ups were so weird about things.

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Family Outing!

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keywords? already...

/snerk

here's our guinea pig--erm...SON! >.>;

OTL

o_o I'm suddenly afraid.

>.>

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wheee not too sick anymore

Wooooo! :D

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YEAH, I see you skipping Grell LAWL (keywords~~)

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