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[iambetadraconis]

There's a Rabastan sitting at a large table, when several small birthday cakes appear out of nowhere that, when arranged together, spell out "HAP Y 42ND! :D!"

...because Rabastan has already started on the other "P".

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[gorgonfondness]

"Baaah!" Cepheus shouts in glee when he sees his uncle, making grabby hands towards him from his perch on his mother's hip.

"I'd ask if he could have a cake to smoosh but I'm sure it'd keep him up all night," Mia says.

She then gives Rabastan a kiss on the cheek and says, "Happy birthday, Uncle."

[iambetadraconis]

"Hey Cepheus! There's enough here to share with." Pause. "Thanks. Bar said it was a week ago Sunday, and that she was keeping them for me for when I came in."

Family business and Vane have collaborated to keep him mostly out of the bar lately.

[gorgonfondness]

"I'd hope there's enough to share but Cepheus has discovered he likes singing, especially in the middle of the night."

For a given value of singing.

"Maybe he remembered your birthday and wanted to sing Happy Birthday to you?"

Meanwhile, Cepheus is reaching in the hopes that his uncle will hold him.

[iambetadraconis]

Rabastan, being rather indulgent, wouldn't say anything bad if Cepheus was an entire octave off-key.

"He might. Here. You want to sit with your uncle?"

And swipe some cake before anyone can react?