You say it's your birthday

[3x2_9yz_4a]

Everything has been set up at the brownstone, on this clear crisp day in April.

With Ma Hunkel's assistance, food had been prepared, along with a BBQ currently heating up and sending scented smoke up into the air.

And invitations had been sent out to everyone that Jesse could think of, that simply said, Come help us celebrate the birthday of one

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[_black_canary_]

"Uncle Jay!" calls out the Canary as she swings into the brownstone, a large potted plant held in front of her. "C'mere and get your birthday present!"

[swiftjustice]

Jay smiles, walking over to Dinah with arms outstretched.

"Only if it comes attached to a hug. How are you, Junior?"

[_black_canary_]

She shifts the plant to one side to give the speedster a one-armed hug. "Doing great 'cause it's your birthday. How else?" She grins, then offers him the pot. Just behind the big red and gold bow, Jay can make out a small stake labeled Agave americana in fine print. In slightly larger font is the common name: century plant.

[swiftjustice]

"Still as funny as ever, I see." He adds wryly, as he notices the plant name.

"You're lucky you're too old to spank, missy."

The serious face lasts only a second, before he chuckles, taking the plant carefully to set it with the other presents.

[_black_canary_]

"Hey, at least I didn't give you Agave tequilana." She flashes him the trademark Canary smirk. "Besides, Aunt Joan can try harvesting agave syrup next time she bakes cookies. See? Practical."

[swiftjustice]

"And she'll blame me for bringing home the extra work."

He grins, then beckons her towards the table holding all the food thus far.

"I think this plate over here is the vegetarian hamburger patties.."

[_black_canary_]

"Ooh, thanks ... and is that pesto?"

[midnite_md]

"It most definitely is," comes the response from Dr. Mid-Nite, who is examining the vegetarian offerings closely. "And it smells fantastic."

[_black_canary_]

"Speaking of fantastic--" She snakes an arm around his waist. "Hi, there."

[midnite_md]

"Why, hello, you beautiful woman you," he responds, as his arm wraps around her waist as well. "Forgive me if I have pesto breath, but I'm going to have to kiss you now."

[_black_canary_]

"Oh, if you have to kiss me, I'm not gonna argue with that." She grins up at him before rising on her toes to meet his lips.

[midnite_md]

It's a relatively quick one, what with the public setting around minors, but it's a warm one. It's been too long that they've had to make do with cross-country phone calls.

"I'd feel better if you also had pesto breath," he says, as he tags her lips with a second peck.

[_black_canary_]

"Guess it's time for me to follow doctor's orders." She smirks and scoops up a generous helping of pesto with a cracker.

[midnite_md]

And his lips press against hers quickly before she even swallows it.

"Much better. I'm glad you could make it here."

[_black_canary_]

"I wouldn't dare miss Uncle Jay's birthday," she says fervently, "short of, y'know, universe coming to an end. Stopping an alien invasion. Interdimensional warfare. And even then I'd send a card."

[midnite_md]

"Is it wrong to find it irresistibly cute that you still call him 'Uncle Jay?'" he asks, his fingers squeezing at her hip gently.