[Between Tsuna, himself, and their helpers, the Claymore was spick'n'span from top to bottom and looking festive enough for seventeen parties. As it approached noon, Raki stood back to admire the place: the still-a-little-bare
interior all polished to gleaming and festooned with streams, ribbons, banners and balloons, the
outside similarly decorated. It looked pretty much perfect, in his not-so-humble opinion! They'd even managed to finish roughing out a backyard baseball field, and set up a whole lot of tables outside with it.
He ducked back into the kitchen to give the catering a final check-over. There was a roast slowly cooking on a spit over the tavern's fire, but they'd prepared a lot of finger-food and party savouries - stuff that didn't need all the fuss of dishes and cutlery, which would save them on clean-up. Raki reflected that all of this work was probably really unnecessary, since they'd have been able to wish everything into place if they'd wanted, but he sort of liked doing the work himself. It made it seem that much more real, somehow. It made him feel accomplished.
Reassuring himself that all was well, he whistled a cheerful tune and went back to confer with Tsuna and the crew. Guests were due to start arriving shortly; hopefully they'd all managed to keep this a surprise from the birthday boy!]