Author's note- Hey! This story was written by me and my friend. It is the result of a suger rush and is filled with nothing but stupid humor. Our next one may be a slumber party!
Disclaimer: I do not own Pendragon. But I wish I owned Spader! (insert evil laugh)
One day, Bobby decided to have a tea party. He invited Loor, Nevva, Aja, Alder, Patrick, and, finally, Saint Dane. Why he did this, we have no clue.
He sent out the invitations, (Loor's had little pink hearts on it, and 'xoxo' at the bottom!) and went out to get party favors. He had decided to throw the party in the empty lot where his house had been. He decorated, (Mainly with pink balloons and crepe paper!) and set a small table with a china tea set, scones, and finger sandwiches.
The guests started to arrive at 1 pm, Second Earth time. The first to show up was Loor. Loor got right to the point.
"What does 'xoxo' mean, Pendragon? Is this some sort of code?"
There was an awkward moment of silence until Alder showed up, and began stuffing his face.
"What do you call these? There's so…delicious!" Alder said through a mouthful of finger sandwiches. Next to show up was Patrick, who was amazed at how primitive the tea party was.
"On third earth we have toe sandwiches," he bragged. "And the tea pours itself."
Bobby pouted.
Nevva and Saint Dane came skipping down the street, holding hands and humming.
"What a cute couple," teased Bobby.
Saint Dane just glared at him. "You're just jealous!" he said.
Finally, Aja appeared. "Sorry, I'm late, Bobby! My territory's still falling apart!" with that she shot Saint Dane a nasty look.
He stuck his tongue out at her. "Neener, neener, neener!" Saint Dane mocked.
Then Spader and Gunny walked in and Gunny poured himself a cup of tea.
Everybody blinked. "What…how?" Bobby sputtered.
"Aren't you glad to see us?" asked Spader. He was clearly hurt.
"Uh… yeah. Just, surprised, that's all," said Bobby. "Who else is going to show up? Uncle Press?"
"Speak of the Devil…" Saint Dane muttered, as, (You guessed it!) Uncle Press walked over to them.
Every one stared with their mouths hanging open. "What? I said we would be together again some day," said Press. "Plus… I love scones!"
