Birthday party!

[clumsy_auror]

Today.

Is a special day.

Today is a day when Nymphadora Tonks is not screaming her head off in agony as she attempts to push a squirming, screeching bowling ball out of her body.

However, it is the first anniversary of that blessed event

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[the_woodpecker]

Anthony reaches for the cake with some stealth and is caught by Bernard.

"Hey."

Anthony glares at his dad.

"Mum-mummy?"

[clumsy_auror]

"Don't look at me, kiddo," laughs Nymphadora, shaking her head. "We've gotta do the whole candle-blowing out thing before you're allowed to get your hands on it."

[the_woodpecker]

Anthony attempts a pretty good wibbleface. It's almost convincing.

Bernard rolls his eyes. "You're not allowed to cry on your birthday, monkey."

[clumsy_auror]

She passes her hand over the candle and it flickers to life. "Okay, everybody ready to sing? For he's a jolly good fellow..."

[petriedino]

The party draws the attention of one of the bar's smaller patrons.

Now there's a tiny pterodactyl perched on the edge of the table, looking at the family and the table's contents with equal interest.

"Hello."

[clumsy_auror]

"...Hello!" replies Tonks, beaming at the visitor. Anthony blinks at the tiny dinosaur and then shrieks excitedly, waving his chubby hands. "And who might you be?"

[petriedino]

"Petrie!" he replies cheerfully, fluttering his wings as he teeters, then hopping forward onto the table proper.

Spike is not with him today. This is an OOC decision because he would eat everything.

[the_woodpecker]

This is good! Bernard guards his tasties jealously.

He leans forward, smiling.

"Hi, Petrie. Think I might have seen you around before."

[lord_of_dreams]

Appearing on the table is a...thing. Its mostly squishy, and may come apart, and is brilliantly colored. It is certainly a thing.

Appearing, but not on the table, is an overly tall man in a gray shirt, black pants, and no shoes.

[the_woodpecker]

Anthony sees the thing only. He grabs it and immediately begins to manhandle it.

It is his thing now.

It is his squishy.

Bernard grins and turns to greet the man. "Good to see you."

[lord_of_dreams]

"Good evening, Bernard." He holds his arms out. Dream is fond of children, and does not get to hold them nearly as often as he would like, "And Tonks."

[clumsy_auror]

Tonks beams, unbuckling Anthony from his high chair and handing him over to Dream. "Evening! Good to see you. Er, mind the frosting."

Anthony's covered in it, rather.

[neverswimalone]

The mun couldn't resist. And neither could the penguins.

So there's Private and Skipper walking along at floor level-somehow managing to avoid the feet of patrons and the waitrats alike.

"...Skipper, I don't think that'd be possible."

"We borrow a boat. We've done it before Private, nothin' wrong with that. There's no crew to incom-"

"No sir, I mean-I don't know if they have boats. I've never seen one on the-" The Private stops short and his eyes go wide, "....Cake"

Being that cake always requires further investigation, there is now a pair of penguins on the table across from theirs, staring.

The skipper, being the mouthpiece of the group, waves a flipper, "Good Evening Higher Mammals. What's the Occasion for cake?"

[clumsy_auror]

'Dora pauses, her ice cream spoon halfway to her mouth and gently dripping on the table.

Finally she remembers her voice.

"Hi. Um. 'S his birthday," she replies, nodding towards Anthony. "A whole year old."

[neverswimalone]

The penguins are a bit of a shock, they're used to it.

Private grins, "Oh a birthday! I love birthdays! Skipper! Skipper remember how all the children at the zoo would come on their birthday with balloons and cake? I knew that had to be it! Humans don't use cake to celebrate anything else!" Private waves frantically, practically bouncing, "Happy Birthday little guy!"

"...I remember' you gettin' sick-" The Skipper shrugs it off and waves, "Happy Birthday there kiddo."

He winces at Private, "-We're sorry to be interruptin' your festivities folks. The private's um-he loved doing birthday parties back at the zoo."

[the_woodpecker]

Bernard has been watching them wheedle this whole time.

He's also been cutting a decent-sized piece for each of them.

"Would you be offended if we put the plates on the floor for you to eat, or would you like a hand up to the empty seats?"

What? Nobody but a head barman could be this blasé about talking penguins. But he's seen a lot.

Anthony leans over the edge of his high chair and squeals.

[over_europe]

When he steps through the door tonight, the first thing Nix notices is, wait, it's not raining. The second goes along the lines of, holy shit, it's the bar. The third, however, is the small group of people gathered around that table (the hats, while extremely stylish, are difficult to miss). He raises a hand as he heads in the general direction of the bar, which, coincidentally enough, the Tonks-Wrangles happen to be on his path to.

[clumsy_auror]

Tonks beams and waves back, kicking a chair out. "Oi, mate! Pull up a chair, we've got cake with your name on it."

[over_europe]

"What kind?" he calls back suspiciously (not that he'll pass up any kind at all), making his way over. He takes the offered seat and holds out a hand for the dog to sniff, in case she should be so inclined to do so.

[the_woodpecker]

Ellie, ever conscious of New People Who Can Give Her Thingers And Also Love, yips and trots up to say hello.

Saying hello, for her, involves the mouth.

"Carrot cake with cream cheese icing," Bernard replies with a smile.