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[clumsy_auror]

*The Tonks-Wrangle flat is looking very festive, indeed. The dining room table is full of savoury snacks, and the small bar in the corner is ready for serving. Twinkling fairy lights have been strung all over the living room and dining room, and green crepe paper hangs from the ceiling.*

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard flops onto the couch.*

Okay, you can make the icing from now on. You rock with a standing mixer.

[clumsy_auror]

*Her face is beaming.*

Do I? You're not just saying that?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Oh my God.

It's a gift. Clearly.

[clumsy_auror]

*even more with the beaming*

I always knew I had it in me.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

So did I.




Next, you'll be making sabayon tarts or something.

[clumsy_auror]

*At this, however, Nymphadora looks dubious.*

...Sure! Whatever you say, love.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He pulls her down onto the couch, kissing her.*

Believe me.

[clumsy_auror]

*She kisses him back, grinning.*

Your confidence in me is sweet, if somewhat ill-advised.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Not at all. It's all about confidence.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Sunny is bouncing about. With periodic bouts of crankyness, which is a bit odd, even for her, but she seems to be recovering fairly quickly from them.

Cake! Birthday! New paid account because her mun is WEAK.

Now is a bouncing about time.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard stands from the couch and swigns Sunny in the air.*

And how's my big birthday girl?

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

She grins and giggles. "TWO." I'm two now! I'm almost a grown-up!

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

I know. Soon, you'll be too big to pick up and I'll be so sad.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Horrified gasp. Ber'd won't pick me up?

Maybe this getting older thing isn't so great.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Oh, that won't be for a few years yet, sweetpea.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

She's much relieved. "Good." Tighter hug.

She might be a tiny bit worried, but she figures she can always get a dark god or something to make her younger.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He sits with her*

Now. Did you have a good afternoon?

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

She nods enthusiastically. "Cake!" One finger's in her mouth, which she's almost gumming, more than gnawing on. Around it, she continues, "Joos!"

[clumsy_auror]

*Dora stands in the living room, hands on hips, and observes the bouncing.*

Clearly, the sugar from Ingress' cake hasn't so much worn off, hmmm?

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

She grins. "Nope!" And then tackles Dora. "Hi!"

[clumsy_auror]

*A laugh, as Sunny gets hoisted up into the air.*

Hi!

You're looking just smashing today, lovely. Simply maaaaahvelous.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Dwess!" Sunny shares this with a beam.

And might looks a bit prim for a moment before she starts giggling again.

[clumsy_auror]

Dress, indeed, look at you. I could never compare to such beauty, honestly.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Sunny is not really old enough to roll her eyes.

She does anyway.

"Dora pwetty."

[clumsy_auror]

Well, thank you. Awfully nice of you to say. Still, you're the belle of the ball this evening, as well it should be.

Tom's going to stop by for the party, I think.