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[baldlaigle]

*Birthday and deathday, all in one, it's certainly an interesting contrast, and it'd be difficult to pretend it doesn't wear on the spirits a little, but it'd be hard to tell, from the look of things

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[hearth_cricket]

*Beth has been feeling lonely of late, and a decided shortage of sheet music has caused her to wonder 'round when she stumples upon Boussuet*

Oh, hello, sir. *smiles softly* Is it your birthday today? Why are you all alone? *gentle concern*

[baldlaigle]

It is! *smiles in return* As for being alone, I suspect that's because it's also my deathday, and that of most of my friends. They're probably not much in the mood for celebration.

[hearth_cricket]

*eyes widen in sadness* Oh, your deathday! But that is so very sad. I am so sorry about your friends, too. I left the world before any of my friends did.

You really shouldn't have a cake for such a horrible thing. Why not just remember your birthday? I can help, if you like. *shy smile*

[baldlaigle]

I'm not sure where in the sequence of things my death came, really. I know a few of my friends went first, but after three or so it all got rather confused.

I thought I ought to do something, but perhaps a cake wasn't it. --Merci. I'd like that.

[capital_r]

*appears, with a bottle of wine* I told you I'd bring a present, non?

[baldlaigle]

A drunkard of his word, are you? *grin*

[capital_r]

But of course! *grins back*

[valetudinarius]

*loudly* You are going to BURN to a SECOND DEATH with those CANDLES!

[baldlaigle]

At least it'd be on a fitting day. *grin*

[valetudinarius]

You really should be more careful! *worried frown*

[baldlaigle]

There aren't even that many of them. And unless the frosting is flammable . . .