<div class="floatleft">(http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Kirsten+Vangsness+9th+Annual+GLSEN+Respect+qMvnCXXAfDOl.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Maggie Holloway<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The open grass area outside Parker Commons, Party!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone!<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Motherliness? Or is that flirting?<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Super-girl outfit (http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m77xuoOiWM1r9js4go1_500.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>"Good lord, child, put some clothes on, you'll catch your death!" Was Maggie's instant reaction to the young Japanese woman's costume. She wasn't exactly warm herself, but at least her own costume was made of a material which was reasonably warm and covered most of her. She grinned, admiring the sexy young woman, noting the nipples that were already poking out through the flimsy material of her top. "Hmm... On second thoughts, Miss Hiruma, perhaps I could find a way to warm you up, later..." She giggled and Carried the baked food over to the food table where everything was being set up. Quickly going back for butter, grated cheese, sour cream, all in bowls she had prepared earlier.<br/><br/>Just then a familiar voice called "Madge?" Maggie turned and smiled. Only one person in the world called her that.<br/><br/>"Hi mom, glad you decided to join us". The building manager gave her mother a hug, avoiding the big metal pot the woman was carrying, which smelled so totally delicious that she instantly knew what was in it. "Mom, you shouldn't have!"<br/><br/>"And why not? Besides, everyone loves my chilli!" Gabriel Holloway's chilli con carni  was easily the most amazing recipe in the world, according to Maggie, and the fact that the woman only knew how to make enough to feed an army didn't hurt. Maggie relieved her mother of the pot and set in on the stand that Gabriel had thoughtfully provided, stole a spare tea-light from Trent, and set it under the pot to help keep the chilli warm, while the seventy year old woman quickly took the carrier bag that had been dangling from her arm and set out lidded plastic tubs of her home made salsa and guacamole, together serving spoons, paper bowls and plastic sporks.<br/><br/>Maggie surveyed the spread. Several other tenants had brought other nibbles, like home-made pizza slices, fried chicken drumsticks, quiche (<em>There's always quiche</em>, Maggie thought,<em>even though no-one ever admits to bringing it!</em>), a huge bowl of potato salad and one of green salad. She saw people eyeing the food table hungrily, and grinned. She walked slowly, oh so slowly, to where Frankie had set up, studied the equipment for a moment, to find the volume control, turned it down and yelled "ATTENTION PLEASE, LADIES, GENTS AND EVERYONE IN BETWEEN! GRUB UP!"<br/><br/>And with that she turned the volume on the music back to where it had been and headed for her mom's chilli.<br/>