Re: BBQ: Damian, Leena, Misha & Sadie
Traditions had been the cornerstone of Sadie's existence for a very, very, long time. Everything from sun tea in sundresses, dancing as the sun went down, to fireside fiddling with the neighbors from down the way at her Gran'ma'mas, to the times of day she'd tried to have dinner done for her Da' after everything had fallen apart. It could have been argued that perhaps traditions wasn't the right word there but, sure as there was four pieces of cobbler from the local diner carefully tucked in the bag, a proper send off to summer absolutely was — just like the way the hand off ended in a hug and the faintest and most discreet touch of lips to cheek.
"Glad to hear that." She grinned, falling into an easy stride alongside her, admiring the look and the smile before giving back one of her own. "Brought enough to feed everyone and made sure not to leave the meat out. So. Careful. Could be a little heavy.." It had been for her, which was why she had it on her her shoulder, but she absolutely trusted Leena. She would have with the violin.
Plus, she'd been careful to pack things up snug and tight to make sure nothing spilled. The sausages were done up separately though, in their own plastic container, just to make sure nothing leaked, touched, or otherwise spoiled the food for Damian. It, like the small spill-proof cups of sun tea she'd promised Misha and the cornbread fixings in case Damian still wanted those, were necessary because Sadie wanted to make sure nobody wanted for anything. The occasion was beyond special and Sadie had wanted to make sure everyone had whatever they could have wanted — or at least as much as her bag would accommodate.
She'd probably gone too far, packing everything in clean shirts to hold in in place and stacking the groceries on top in the duffel, but that was her way same as talking. She just wanted everyone here to know how special they were to her and thought that was a good way to show it. Plus, she was sure there other surprises in store and she'd been promising Damian cornbread all summer. To not deliver that now would have been the wrongest of wrongs, even if it didn't go with Boxty a bit.
When her eyes settled on Misha and Damian, she smiled all the more. Everyone was clad in grey and muted colors, save the flowers on her overalls. She thought it made sense really, given how the sky could be so dim but the colors under it could be so bright and lovely. It was a lot like the people here, who could be sometimes see themselves as dulled by the world around them but Sadie always saw as bright and wonderful underneath.
When it came time for hugging, she practically jumped into that hug, bending her knees and tucking her legs up behind her to squeeze him back real tight. When boots touched down, there was a real surprise at the way Damian took to her hug and she smiled at him as she tilted her nose up in the direction of the hair he'd grown out again.
"'Lo Damian. Like what you've done with it." The commentary about his hair was genuine too, but the color stripped from her cheeks for a second when he mentioned the blanket right after. Of all the things she shouldn't have forgotten, not that the bag could have held one, it was there she'd dropped the proverbial ball.