There's alcohol. Lots of it. And untouched alcohol, too, free of any crack-plots, and that's rare.
Crowley's sitting there with a glass of wine in his hand and he raises it with a slight smirk. "We've somehow made it through two years without any-- well, there were deaths. Lots of them. At least the mansion didn't expl-- wait, nevermind." He frowns slightly, before finally thinking of something. "At least the Apocalypse didn't happen. Congratulations to us."
Grantaire's sitting nearby, his feet propped up on a table. "...Congratulations? Because of course the world needed small Pontmercys and Hades and all other sorts of things." He shrugs and downs his glass -- we assume it's absinthe, possibly something stronger. "Anyway, what was I saying? Oh, yes. Happy birthday to us."
Typist: Slightly belated joint birthday post from the Crowley and R. Have all puppets join in the party at will. Happy two year anniversary, DF! ♥
EDIT: Oh, and there are now other non-alcoholic drinks too, but
watch out for the punch.