start carving, darling

[diametrically]

Who: Cassian, Eliot & Sunday
Where: Panorama
When: Early February
What: Three guys go to a totally normal potluck.

Warnings: General canon warnings for Cassian apply, but will update if necessary.

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[diametrically]

[ When Cassian receives the invitation to attend a pot luck hosted by Janice, he doesn't think much of it. Being invited over to Janice's for dinner or a round of tea or coffee had been a semi-regular occurrence before he'd taken care of the loan sharks and after that the invitations had been almost regular. Standing, even. She had been insistent: any time he wanted to come by for a meal or to chat, or even for company he was more than welcome.

He'd only taken her up on it on occasion. Blowing up a building (by accident) tends to draw the wrong sort of attention so he'd made himself scarce. Staying in the city became something of a rarity especially after the Scrapyard had taken on more mechanics.

So it's with some level of guilt and obligation that leads him to the potluck today. Janice had said with the equivalent of old lady puppy dog eyes that she missed seeing him around and that it had been so long since they'd caught up. Why not bring some friends by for a potluck she's hosting? They could each bring something but there was no expectation for it to be good. Everyone was just there to spend time with one another.

Eventually the day rolls around and he finds himself being ushered into Janice's apartment that seems a lot bigger than he last remembers. The strangeness of that doesn't feel like something he can focus on at the moment since he seems more preoccupied doing the awkward shuffle of taking off their boots and coats without dropping their food. Yes, their food.

Because in a turn of events not common for him, Cassian has shown up with the aforementioned friends that he isn't exactly sure are friends so much as they're people who had been caught in his orbit (read: been at the wrong place at the wrong time and now he feels obligated to make it up to them). He somehow manages not to drop his own tupperware before glancing over at Eliot and Sunday as Janice announces somewhere down the hall to the others who are there that their guests are here. ]

...What did you two bring?