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[dracoslytherin]

"It's that time of year again. Presents. You have one week. I'll accept early ones too."

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[glacianbitch]

Karla grins broadly. "Is it your birthday, then?"

[dracoslytherin]

"It is indeed. What are you going to get me?"

[glacianbitch]

"Want a dragon?"

[dracoslytherin]

"... No. They're dangerous."

[sweariwontdie]

"Do you have any idea how hard it is to find presents for you?" He laughs.

[dracoslytherin]

"Chocolates?"

[sweariwontdie]

"I'll think of something. I know you love chocolate, but chocolate candies can be considered romantic--even if I don't mean it that way--and I don't want to step on our husband's toes."

[dracoslytherin]

He raises an eyebrow. "That's a very traditionalist attitude."

[zjendjan]

"So it's going to be your birthday too? Great!"

[dracoslytherin]

"June 5th... Do I know you?"

[zjendjan]

"June 7th. I just arrived yesterday."

[dracoslytherin]

"What's your name?"

[sweariwontdie]

"You'll get the cake later." Armand winks, but he does have a basket full of shredded green and white paper, big enough to hide a few things.

The Lost King of France

and

Crafting the Culture and History of French Chocolate

and

France Since 1800

[dracoslytherin]

"What's that?" Draco peers into the basket.

[sweariwontdie]

Armand hands it over. "I found then under my bed. They said they were yours." He can say such an obvious lie with a straight face.

[dracoslytherin]

He sees the books then looks wary. "I'm not sure if I should touch them if they were talking to you..."