[in the mess hall]

[heirofthedog]

[What's this? The girl who can be seen every day eating with gusto, rain, sleet or snow, sitting in front of a large cake, and not touching it? You might be seeing a pig fluttering in the background somewhere.

Is there something wrong with it? Well. There's also a note in her hands to go with it, which she's currently frowning at.]

[Belated

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[nokickthepuppy]

[. . . p-ping?]

A-Ahh. . . .

[heirofthedog]

[harumphs]

If you want some, take it.

[nokickthepuppy]

Ah, that's alright. I wouldn't want to. . . When it's. . .

[heirofthedog]

I don't really want it.

[nokickthepuppy]

You're sure?

[heirofthedog]

Here.

[shoves a slice at you.]

[nokickthepuppy]

[t-takes] Ah, thank you.

Would it be bad if. . .

[heirofthedog]

. . .

Birthday.

[nokickthepuppy]

I said Happy Birthday?

[heirofthedog]

...

Thanks, I guess.

[nokickthepuppy]

You're welcome.

[mm, cake]

[heirofthedog]

[turns away to pour herself some water, making a face]

[nokickthepuppy]

[blink blink - ohhh]

The cake is good.

[heirofthedog]

Really? That's good.

[nokickthepuppy]

Mmm.