Log: Ashleigh D, Jack R, and Pinkie P
[After talking with Pinkie, Jack made sure not to include meat in any of their dishes, out of respect for the little pink haired pony. Instead, across the surface of the picnic table by his firepit were bowls filled with salad, cut vegetables, even homemade potato salad, as well as some cut and whole fruits. Of course no party was complete without cupcakes (mostly for Pinkie and Ashleigh, Jack wasn't a huge fan of the sugary deserts) and after a few minutes of waffling, Jack brought out glasses of water, though he left the milk in the cold box.
It'd been a long time since he'd had a dinner party and this wasn't quite like any of the ones he had before. This wasn't champagne and tuxes and chaffeurs to take someone from the party to home like he was used to with his father. But, even with them not here yet, he was finding himself enjoying this more. It was a good sign. A positive sign, and he called Spot away from the table where he was sniffing as he opened his cabin door to the hotel for his visitors.]