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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[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.

[furgood]

[Laughs ] Fine I can work with that. Here or my place? I imagine my place but I don't mind cooking here. Just would have to let me know if the others are joining.

[devoutish]

Let's just have the two of us. I'll bring dessert over.

[furgood]

Next week it is then. [She kisses his cheek and hums ] Happy Birthday, Alfie. Did they did anything for you?

[devoutish]

Yeah, they're always piling things on me.

[He's going to try to kiss her on the mouth again, chasing her lips with his.]

[furgood]

Life's so hard, getting all that attention.

[There's a moment where she thinks of teasing him but instead she moves into it, meeting his lips eagerly ]