Subject: The business of cake.
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Posted on: 2011-02-11 18:11:00 UTC

Seeing everyone happy again, Jenni took a look around the room and made a decision. "I think we can do better than doughnut holes. Off you go, Helen. Here, here's a rattle." She did a double-take at the teeth marks in it, but left it with the little girl anyway on the basis that she probably wouldn't mind. Sitting her down a good couple of feet from Artemis, she picked up her own child instead, toy and all, and headed for the table. Although reluctant to disturb the people occupied with plates of food, she decided it was better to err on the side of brevity, and ensure things didn't drag on longer than the little ones could handle.


Derik pulled a wry expression. "To be honest, I don't know if I will take it up again. It seems this face" —he gestured at his scars— "comes with certain baggage in a wider multiverse. Although... I could do with something between missions. There's no work to do, and I don't know how often there are gatherings like this, just to socialize. Would you tell me about—oh, now wait a minute." He nodded in the direction of the table, where Jenni was calling for attention.


Ilraen thought for a moment. <He would probably tell you to go away first,> he confessed. <Afterward, though, I am quite certain he would. Ah, but perhaps not just now.>


Jenni made her way to the middle of the table, where a sheet cake sat covered. It was an easy matter to sit Henry in a chair long enough to uncover the cake with its two candles and fix an odd little Sorting Hat-shaped hat to the boy's head, and then lift him up again.

"Excuse me, everybody!"

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