hap birth

[fifty]

Who: America and OPEN; threadhopping encouraged
When: Juril 4
Where: America and England's cottage in Haven
What: It's America's birthday, and that means a party! He's cooking out in his backyard and anyone who wants can come by! Bring gifts/food/food gifts.
Warnings: none

[America's found an impressive amount of red, white, and blue items for a place that has no idea what the United States is. Sure, they're not flag decorations, but the colors are right, and he's got plenty of food, and America isn't going to let anything get him down today! He's made something of a grill, since you can't just not have a cookout, so there's plenty of hot dogs and hamburgers. There's also plenty of cake, because America made himself a huge one. There's also ice cream, though that's inside, because it's hot out here (for today).

Anyone who happens to check out what's going on gets waved over.]

Hey! You want food? It's my birthday, you know! [As if anyone could have missed that.]

Comments

[horkbajir]

[Toby smells like pine sap and something not of this world, something that doesn't bleed red. A flighty animal might take that scent as something to be cautious of, but it doesn't have any earthly connotations.

Also she has no idea what to do at this point. Reaching for the dog could probably be misread. Tail motion like this is probably good, from what she's observed? It's good in the books she's read mentioning interaction with dogs. Her tail is curled on the ground helping to support her crouching, she tries ponderously waggling the end of it, with its heavy curved blades and the watch strapped between them.]

[lonewanderer]

[ It may not be of this world, but many of the scents here are new and strange for Dogmeat. He is used to radiation, to suffering clinging over everything like a mist. So he sniffs, and sees the awkward wag of Toby's tail, and happily barks and nudges his head into her hand.

The bark makes Lex look up and over- but Dogmeat seems pleased. There's a faint narrowing of her eyes, but it's definitely the look of someone trying to figure out what's going on, not someone ready to shoot. ]

[horkbajir]

[Well all right then. Gingerly, minding her claws, Toby pats the dog. This is probably how it's done, isn't it? She's glad to stop moving the end of her tail, that isn't a really natural way to use it.

She looks up at the dog's owner. It's hard to read Toby's face, which just isn't as expressive as a human's, but she tilts her head at the dog like Well?]

[lonewanderer]

[ It's close enough to how it's done, at least; Dogmeat wags his tail harder, nuzzling into the patting. It's enough to, after a moment, make Lex break and smile slightly. ]

He likes being scratched right behind the ears, [ she offers after a moment. Even if she's still uncertain, Dogmeat isn't. That should be a sign - and if nothing else, she's going to try and make sure her dog gets the best experience possible. ]

[horkbajir]

Does he? Very well.

[Toby turns her eyes back to the dog, because her claws are large and sharp enough to help her climb trees and she should mind them around creatures less sanguine about minor lacerations than Hork-Bajir are. The leaning in makes this more tricky, but she can kind of infiltrate her claws and fingertips into the animal's hair.]

[lonewanderer]

[ Whatever she manages to do works; Dogmeat leans into the scratches, tail thumping as his eyes half-close. It's the Good Stuff, and Lex snorts in amusement. ]

He'll never leave you alone, now.