*the ukulele music begins and swells like an ominous thunder, her light humming only adding to the suspense. Who shall it be today? She weaves through and searches, bedecked in flowers and a pinstripe jumper and dangling earrings shaped like treble clefs. Humming and strumming and searching...*
...*success! She stops and inhales dramatically*
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Happy birthday, Georgiana!
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Oh, Cosette, they a-are lovely! Thank you!
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Thank you, Peter, I-I... Thank you!
*and she does kiss his cheek, in spite of herself*
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