log - too tired for title whee - closed to B1 and A4, open to those likely to wander by

[conning]

Who: B1: Closed to Neal and residents; A4: open to B1 and those who wish to poke their heads in because socializing and open doors
When: Early September--on a Sunday and then the following Wednesday. Why the following Wednesday? Idk man I just picked something.
Where: B1 on Sunday, and A4 on Wednesday IG???
Summary: Meredith invited Neal to visit, and Neal suggested making it a mingle for both apartments. Then Malcolm invited Neal over and Neal decided to do a solo trial run or something like that.
Warnings: Not at the moment. except possibly meredith giving neal a shovel talk


B1 - SUNDAY

Okay, well, he meant to make it simple. But then he got carried away, because that's who he is as a person. So here is Neal managing two coolers, one slightly smaller than the other. He has to set one down in order to knock on the door.

The coolers themselves contain tiny servings of about a dozen different dishes, from tiny seasoned steak slices of varying doneness to little onigiri stuffed with lightly salted salmon. If it's stupidly elaborate, feel free to assume there is some dressed-down (read: locally available) version available in miniature.

The other cooler has small bottles of cheap wine and those little paper cups that barely hold a mouthful. He sets the wines with the foods that pair best.

Look this is who he is as a person, okay? At least he's dressed normally--turquoise sweater, close-cut jeans.

[ SUPPLY ACTIVITIES AS YOU WISH, both with Neal and each other. ]


B1/A4/Passerby - FOLLOWING WEDNESDAY

Okay, so the tiny food was a bit much. Only God can judge him.

At least this time it's a plain old cook-out with a grill on the patio of A4. Yes, the grill items include salmon, chicken, and... tofu in several marinades including citrus-chipotle.

Only God can judge him.

There's also a spread of perfectly ordinary salad-shaped objects and tiny pickles et cetera inside on the kitchen counter.

[ SUPPLY ACTIVITIES AS YOU WISH, both with Neal and each other. ]

Comments

[inlieuofadad]

His face is asking a question Gil is not going to explicitly answer. "You two must have really hit it off. What's he do?"

[abrightboy]

Malcolm looks at the food and looks at Gil. “He cooks?” He pauses, then relents under the weight of Gil’s gaze. “And he’s Robin Hood.”

[inlieuofadad]

Gil tilts his head, giving Malcolm a raised eyebrow. "Robin Hood. In what sense, exactly."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm shifts uncomfortably.

“Innnn the sense that he steals from people who are rude to baristas and… gives it to people… behind the counter in shops,” he says reasonably. “…In exchange for merchandise,” he adds with a wince.

[inlieuofadad]

Gil's eyebrows go even further up. "He's a thief."

Malcolm has a crush on a thief. Of course he does.

[abrightboy]

"In the strictest sense, sure," Malcolm allows. "But he doesn't hurt anyone." A beat. "That doesn't deserve it."

[inlieuofadad]

Gil sighs heavily, doing his best not to tilt his face toward the heavens and implore the saints for some assistance with this kid.

"Uh huh. And how does he decide who deserves it? Wait, rephrasing. How does he tell you he decides?"

[abrightboy]

Malcolm huffs a laugh.

“He doesn’t call himself Robin Hood. I observed it. Like, the lady whose earring he stole was really rude to the barista at the coffee shop. And you know what? She could afford more earrings; he didn’t steal a homeless senior’s last five dollars.”

[inlieuofadad]

Gil grumbles wordlessly, like an old dog forced to give up a spot by the fire. "All right, fine. But if it gets worse than that we're going to have to do something about it."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm snorts. “It’s not going to get worse. He’s not a bad person,” Malcolm says with the confidence of a man whose known bad people. “And he knows a lot about art and history. He’s really interesting to talk to.”