Potluck on a whim

It happened so quickly.

Trevor had a wonderful plan for a chicken pot pie in the afternoon, and an even more wonderful plan to share the pie. Our apartment was nominated as the eventual cave of consumption, and everyone got into potluck mode and had something to contribute by dinner. We made a salad (it's that crouton-covered heap in the photo), the Maijib brought bread and tomato soup, while Sybor the Manchine brought very excellent honeydew popsicles. We all watched this Luc Besson movie called District B13 after the meal, so it turned out into a very nice evening eventually.

In case you're wondering, that chicken pie was good.