[Sigmund takes his hand and leads him to the dining room. Pasta! Salad! Steak! Lack of horrible peppers and broccoli and tomatoes! Also, you can probably smell the cake cooling.]
[Edward sighs and has to admit defeat. He could hardly refuse Sigmund now, especially after all the work he'd done already.] Thank you, my lord. I'll do my best to relax and enjoy it.
[There, there, Edward. You will learn to like this happiness.] You're welcome, Edward. If there is anything in particular you wish to do tomorrow, I would gladly oblige.
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Happy birthday, Edward.
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...My lord?
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[Sigmund takes his hand and leads him to the dining room. Pasta! Salad! Steak! Lack of horrible peppers and broccoli and tomatoes! Also, you can probably smell the cake cooling.]
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...It's my birthday?
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