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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[devoutish]

[Oh, wow. He takes it out very carefully and examines it, setting the box aside and turning the ring over in his hands before slipping it onto his middle finger, right next to one of the rings he already wears. He then holds his hand out for her inspection. Nice, eh?]

[furgood]

[Tiny smile] Fits in well, I think.

[devoutish]

Yeah. Fits the gap left behind by the one I gave to Royce, as well.

[He pulls his hand back, admiring it.]

It's gorgeous. Thank you.

[furgood]

[Laughs and twists a curl of hair around her finger]

Glad to help. It seemed like something you might like. Well I made it up but...

[devoutish]

The stone's a good one.

[He taps it with a fingernail.]

And I know stones.

[furgood]

Is it? I just picked that sort of stone because--well, it's cats eye and I'm an awful purrson. [Grin ] Now you're part of my theme.

[devoutish]

I'm gonna wear this every day.

[He really will, too. He basically only takes his rings off to sleep or bathe.]

[furgood]

[Grin ] Good. [She kisses his cheek and hums ] I'm glad, it's slightly more difficult to do presents when I don't have places to window shop for ideas.

[devoutish]

[He rests his fingers on her chin, turning her face for a peck on the lips.]

You realize this means even your gifts are puns.

[furgood]

[There's a brief attempt to pretend seriousness but her lips tremble with a smile and her eyes dance ] Now you know my secret. It's just puns the whole way down.

[devoutish]

Bottomless puns. A fucking travesty.

[furgood]

You knew what I was like, it's your own fault. [She kisses him, a quick little peck and finally breaks into a grin, unable to help herself]

[devoutish]

[He wiggles his fingers.]

It's all right; i'll reap the benefits.

[furgood]

Cake and a nice ring versus the furthering of my puns. Clearly you came out ahead in this exchange. As you should on your birthday.

Was it everything you hoped? Should I have also sprung for balloons?

[devoutish]

No, no. If you'd given me more, I'd've felt badly that I'd have no chance of doing better for you on your birthday.

[furgood]

It's not a contest you know. And I'm not that picky.

[devoutish]

Who says it's not a contest?

[But he's grinning; joking.]

[furgood]

Me, who would have done way more if I thought it was a contest

[devoutish]

More than this?

[He wiggles his fingers again.]

I can't imagine.

[furgood]

[ She snatches up his hand and laces get fingers through his ] I could have made you dinner.

[devoutish]

If you do, then I'll make dessert. We'll make a night of it.

[furgood]

[Grin] Oh does my cake not count as dessert now? And I don't have anything to make here unless you want me to raid your pantry.

[devoutish]

No, no, we'll do it some other night. Say, next week.

[furgood]

Oh good. I need time to plan. [Squeezes his hand ] Any requests?

[devoutish]

Only one: surprise me.