Who: A bunch of people!
Where: The Edelen Residence.
When: August 12, 1979.
Summary: Adonis made too much food, Venus invites people to eat the food. Thus a party is had.


There weren't very many people who handled situations quite like Adonis Edelen. He was a male. A heterosexual male, to make that clear. And yet, when he found himself overcome with one too many thoughts, he would make his way straight to the kitchen. He didn't bake cakes or cookies, oh no. Adonis cooked lasagnas and pastas and briskets. Real food. On this particular day, he had received news that the old lady who ran the florist shop in which he worked in was practically on her death bed. He had worked for the woman since he was 13, delivering flowers and moving up to arranging them. There was no news as to what the fate of the store was, and that worried Adonis. So he cooked lasagna. And made a lot of salad. And there were fresh dinner rolls.

Venus took one look at all the food in the kitchen, and without a word disappeared. Adonis could only assume she went to invite a few people over to eat the food. Adonis continued with his cooking, washing a few apples as he prepared to make a very tasty fruit salad. Yes, Adonis was a very heterosexual male, damnit.

Who: Emile Chevalier and Gisèle Facet
When: Evening of July 26th.
Where: Chevalier mansion.

M. and Mme. Chevalier had taken his sisters out for the night, leaving Emile all alone in the Chevalier mansion. Emile had decided this was the prime opportunity to finally show Gisèle his home. Though he knew they wouldn't disown him, Emile had yet to tell his parents about Gisèle: their displeasure over him dating a halfblood would not make his life any easier. Any time they had met up this summer, it had been at her place, and considering the apartment's size and the amount of people they had to fit in there, they hadn't had much in the way of privacy.

To be honest, it was maybe too startling a change of scenery; after Gisèle's minuscule three bedroom apartment, his house seemed five times larger than it usually was. Emile became increasingly conscious of this fact as he walked across the hallway to let Gisèle in. "Hey," he smiled, greeting her with a kiss.