{Thirty-four (62)} &diams Children waiting for the day they feel good/Happy birthday, happy birthday

[burntorangesky]

[[ooc: Backdated to September 19, because I forgot to do this...]]

Two years. [Pen taps.]

It is strange; it does not seem that long a time, looking back at it now.

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[live_ringer]

Has it been that long? Huh.

You know, that practically makes you a veteran member of the citizenry around here. Got any plans for the big two year milestone?

[burntorangesky]

Yes, it has. Your arrival date is coming up soon as well, is it not?

Not particularly. Perhaps a quiet meal with friends, nothing more.

[live_ringer]

Yup. It's somewhere around the 24th or 25th, I think.

A very admirable plan. Though, with the sort of friends you've got, achieving 'quiet' might be a touch ambitious.

[burntorangesky]

I suppose we will be obligated to have some manner of celebration for you, as well. And Bell, of course.

Perhaps not. But a meal with friends, surely that is not beyond conception.

[live_ringer]

Oh, I suppose so. Maybe we should break out the paint guns Genius made for the occasion last year, just to make things a little more interesting.

Hm, I believe that's doable.

[burntorangesky]

If you do, warn me beforehand. [She won't show up, in that case.]

Lovely. I have invited Key; I hope that won't be a bother to anyone.

[live_ringer]

And ruin the surprise?

I don't see why that would be a bother at all. [Just a reason for your friends to grin knowingly at the two of you for no good reason. But you wouldn't mind that, would you Fred?]

[burntorangesky]

You are a cruel man.

Good, I am very glad to hear it. [You may get to see her blush if they do that.]

[live_ringer]

You wound me, Fred. Cut right to the quick, really.

[In that case, mission accomplished.]

[burntorangesky]

Somehow, I feel quite certain you will survive.