Heavens t'betsy, it's a birthday!
She flounces into the room, as per usual; today's ensemble consists of a rather poofy dress and a wide-brimmed sun hat. Cinnamon is perched on her shoulder, of course, wearing a small garland of flowers around his tiny neck.
Pip pip cheerio and top o' the mornin' to ye, my esteemed ladies and gentlepersons! Today is a special day, indeed, 'tis!
And of course, as is required on all special days, she begins to strum her ukulele and hum in a tune that by now must be terribly familiar to all who dwell in the DF Mansion.
"Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday, dear Lady Victoria Wottonnnnn...
Happy Birthday to you!"
For the lady, Stargirl leaves these:
Typist: Technically this is a day late, but let's pretend, shall we?
Pip pip cheerio and top o' the mornin' to ye, my esteemed ladies and gentlepersons! Today is a special day, indeed, 'tis!
And of course, as is required on all special days, she begins to strum her ukulele and hum in a tune that by now must be terribly familiar to all who dwell in the DF Mansion.
"Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday, dear Lady Victoria Wottonnnnn...
Happy Birthday to you!"
For the lady, Stargirl leaves these:
Typist: Technically this is a day late, but let's pretend, shall we?