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[besomeothername]

[At around nightfall in one large kitchen/dining room in the West wing, there is a party going on. A birthday party to be exact, judging by the giant Happy Birthday, Allen sign hanging across the door. Food of all kind is piled up high on every available countertop in case lots of Allens do show up

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[fallforthesky]

[Don't mind her, she's just hovering inside the doorway in as an unassuming manner as possible and inspecting the large banner with a mildly bemused purse of her lips. Aren't Allens' birthdays normally in December?]

[fallforthesky]

[Her smile twitches at the edges, threatening to become genuine and perhaps a little awkward. So happiness really is through a man's stomach.] That's really nice of you to do, Allen. I'm sure he's going to appreciate the gesture.

[fallforthesky]

--Ah, it's nothing. I'm just a little tired lately.

[Distraction techniques are a go!] Would you like some help?

[fallforthesky]

[That's the most she'd expected. Shaking her head a little.] I'm not busy. I'd like to help.

[fallforthesky]

[Wow, that sure is a mountain of cupcakes. Lenalee stares at it for a moment, trying to visualize all of them lit up, then laughs softly.]

Hopefully nothing catches fire.

[fallforthesky]

[She takes the matchbooks and spends a few moments figuring out how to open them, her own grin turning slightly wry at the visual of the entire room going up in smoke beneath a Fire Seal.] Good thinking.