Brand, per his usual at parties, finds a wall to hold up where he can keep an eye on the entrances and exits. Maybe he'll get to hit someone getting handsy, that'd be fucking nice. 'Pride Month' is less familiar, because it's a human thing -- while there are a few people who prize reproductive partnerships over others, most don't fucking care. Someone once explained all the flags to Brand, but he didn't care to remember the details. He skips the pins and the facepaint, but grabs a couple cookies based on their nearness to the edge of the table rather than what the colors mean.

Maybe Jennifer didn't get to eat a lesbian cookie, but Brand certainly is.