(twenty-six)

[scarred_grin]

Hey look, it's a Pyrrha--she hasn't been around so much lately, thanks to plans afoot the likes of which she knows nothing about, but it's the start of a very particular week. So here she is approaching the bar, carrying Egil against her hip, and--

Would you look at that? A cupcake appears on the bar, and several gift-wrapped objects, one of which is clearly a pineapple. Someone had a lot of free time, to wrap it in such a form-fitting way.

"You just want pineapple cake again, don't you," she murmurs as she sets Egil down on a barstool. "Hey, puppy, we got cupcake. We can split it, unless you'd rather some ice cream?"

And it's no contest, for him. The answer is always ice cream.

Botherable.

[long as you don't mind slows, that is...]

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[street_sparrow]

"Hello, Pyrrha, Egil", Gavroche says with a grin, dropping onto a stool next to them. "Is it a birthday?"

[scarred_grin]

"It must be," she says with a smile. "I mean, it could be lying, but who would lie with cupcakes? That would be cruel."

This cake is entirely honest.

"I usually only know about it when I come down and there's something waiting for me. Really, I never know what day it is."

[street_sparrow]

"Between Milliways time and all the different world times, I'm surprised anybody does. So how old are you now, puppy?"

[scarred_grin]

"He's a year and a couple months," she says. "I think. Depending on how long I was away this time."

He seems bigger, but then babies grow so fast. It can't have been that long.

[street_sparrow]

"Getting big!" He grins. "Can he walk in human shape now?"

[scarred_grin]

"Pretty much, yeah," she nods. "Not long distances or anything, but he can pull himself up and he can get around. He does better with somebody holding his hand, or if he can put a hand on the furniture or something to help steady him when he starts to get tired. But I think having that background, knowing how to move around in another shape and knowing how much more there is to do when you're not just stuck lying there, has really helped him in this shape."

It hasn't so much helped him with talking. He's lagging a little there.

[street_sparrow]

"It's an encouragement", Gavroche agrees. "And did you like all your presents, Egil?"

[scarred_grin]

"He's a pretty popular little guy," she says with a grin. "And he loves his presents. And, you know, it's pretty great that people think about him, and want him to be happy. He's a lucky puppy."

[street_sparrow]

"This place, almost everybody's going to pick up somebody that cares. And this one, he's too cute not to."

[ostro_goth]

Teja has quietly slipped out when he saw his family come downstairs, and now returns with a box that, presumably, contains a gift.

"My Pyrrha," he says, approaching them. "Happy birthday to you!"

He offers the box, and leans in to kiss her.

[scarred_grin]

"Aw, thank you," she says, and leans in to kiss him in return.

"You didn't need to get me anything, though. Want to have some cupcake and ice cream with us?"

There'll be pineapple cake, but that's for later. Much later.

[ostro_goth]

"I would like to share that with you, indeed," Teja says. "And of course I made you something -- I ever make things, which is even better when I make them for those that I love."

[scarred_grin]

"I made you something too," she says. "I wanted it to be done for your birthday, but it wasn't--time gets away from me sometimes. But it's done now. It's upstairs."

Not something she'd want to risk damaging by carrying around with her, and too bulky to fit well in her zombie bag.

[ostro_goth]

"Then shall we go and look at our gifts after the cupcakes, when Egil is happy and sated?" Teja suggests.

[scarred_grin]

"We sure can," she says. "Puppy, tell the bar what you want?"

He makes a sound approximating ice cream, that isn't all that close, but apparently close enough to be understood, and a small bowl and spoon appear for him.

"I like letting him order."

[ostro_goth]

Teja nods.

"I truly love to see how he makes sense to the bar," he says. "But by now, he makes sense to me, also."

[scarred_grin]

"Yeah, I don't let him order all the time--he might end up always getting this--but we'll talk about what we're gonna have. He knows a few different kinds of food, and I've seen him get a few kinds of fruit, the makings of gyros, a banana-avocado smoothie, and even pizza once, which was weird. I let it cool and cut it up into really small pieces and it was still pretty messy. He hasn't ordered it since."

[ostro_goth]

"A banana-avocado smoothie," Teja says, smiling. "That is oddly specific."

He reaches out to put his arm around them both. Pyrrha is not about all that often these days, and when she is, he is ever very happy to see her.

[fry_sandhu]

"Happy Birthday."

Fry can't remember if his family already gave Egil a gift, so he presents Egil with an interesting shell he found at the beach here.

[scarred_grin]

Egil accepts it with a smile--it certainly is interesting, and it feels nice to hold on to. He doesn't try to put it in his mouth, at least not yet. Not with the prospect of ice cream coming.

"Aw, thanks," Pyrrha says. "How have you been?"

[fry_sandhu]

"How have I been what?" Fry asks.