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Peter is sitting at a table, reading a book. It's his birthday today, but he hasn't really spread that fact around. Oops?

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*Alanna grins, unceremoniously dumping the puppy in his lap.* I'm glad to hear it. Happy birthday. Now you get to pick out a name.

*Thom finds them just in time.* I suggest not taking suggestions.

Peter laughs. "Oh? What would she say?"

Oh, something fantastic, I'm sure.

*He steps up, squeezing Alanna's shoulder as he passes, and kisses Peter on the cheek.*

Happy birthday, brother.

I didn't get you anything. You'll have to go on. Somehow.

*Alanna smiles, watching them with a contented look on her face.*

Of course. I'm good at naming things, but this one is Peter's to name.

Raincloud is rather nice.

"Ah, but your presence is worth a thousand gifts," Peter says, smirking a little.

And then he pauses. "Raincloud?"

It's a good name. Not that I'm suggesting it, because... yours. *The puppy looks up at Peter and burps.*

"It sounds like a hippy dog," Peter decides, staring down at the dog. "And this is not a hippy dog."

...hippy? *Alanna furrows her brow.* No, his hips look normal.

"...another meaning, Alanna." Peter eyes Thom. "You should check out the puppy." To prove this, he pushes it at the other man.

*Thom squeaks and takes the puppy.

He eyes it, looking dubious.* Well . . .

I guess you're not a cat at least.

*The puppy does not vomit on Thom's head. It does, however, lick his cheek and get cake all over Thom's clean clothes. Alanna finds this quite funny and rolls around on the blanket laughing for a moment. Once she has control of herself, she smiles at her brother.* See? I told you I would bake him a cake.

*scowls at the puppy, holding it at arms' length* Oh, I do not approve of you.

And I didn't want to be in your cake!

Peter laughs. "It's just showing its love, Thom."

Don't tell Thom that. *She grins.* He might have an allergic reaction.

*Thom sneezes.*

Peter eyes him, and takes the puppy back. "No sneezing on my dog."

*Alanna beams, absently handing Thom a napkin.*

He's so good with animals. I don't know why he doesn't realize that. *She stares at the remnants of the cake.* Since my little experiment failed spectacularly, would you like to go get a cake from Bar?

"A little later," Peter says, staring down at th epuppy again.

Alright. *Alanna reaches out and scratches behind a floppy puppy ear, smiling at Thom. Yes, later. She'll tell Peter later - when that pleased look fades.* Thom, just think. You can spend lots of time with the puppy in Haiti.

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