It's the third time, here. I know there will be a party, but it won't be like last year or the year before, and that's all right. I'm not too old, but with Tianzi and Cat gone, it's not the same. It's just...different, now
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[ In Xanadu the flowers are lovely but Peter, no surprise to anyone, doesn't really care much for flowers without a separate purpose to them. Today they serve the function of providing somewhere charming for Lucy to celebrate her birthday with decidedly less fanfare than past ones. Because Lucy says she doesn't mind, Peter believes her, and though her gift was presented earlier on in the day, he's here right now as well, sitting beside her. On her birthday, there really isn't anywhere else Peter should be and the City is - he's grateful to note - free of curses.
To her right, seated as he is, he wonders if after what she's said, it would be something she'd consider childish, to have his arm tucked around her shoulders. Then he decides there shouldn't be any such thing, that you don't get too old for your family any which way.
So he circles an arm about her shoulders and leans his head to the side, just touching the crown of hers. ]
Was there anything particular you were hoping to do today? Other than this, I meant.
I completely agree. [ He says because he does, and pauses. She can feel the shrug of his shoulders on her own undoubtedly. ] But just for the record, you're not limited to this. [ For Lucy or for Susan Peter would even call at the Blue Light an impromptu dance, push back what tables decorate the floor aside from the booths and so on and so forth. But if this is fine for her, then he's fine with it too. Peter himself especially can appreciate an understated celebration, no particular obligation attached except to enjoy the environment and the company. ]
[If Lucy is showing thorough attention to her device today (or if she's just lucky and happens to catch it on chance), she might spot an odd, unusually short clip of video posted from a random Network device. Finnick's not using his own because he doesn't want his ID attached, but he almost certainly convinced some passerby to let him borrow theirs for a minute to make his flash broadcast.
A broadcast which turns out to be the words "Happy Birthday" spelled out in rocks on the sand of the beach, with a pair of added accoutrements as a calling card: a bouquet of daffodils held together by the chain of a flat silver locket with a lion engraved on its face.
The whole thing lasts no longer than a few seconds, and he has no way of knowing if she'll see it or not. But hopefully it'll be enough, and he knows she knows how to find him if it does.]
I think special occasions are sometimes when we remember the people who cannot attend. I'm glad that you're still cheerful, however. It would be awful to be sad on your birthday.
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To her right, seated as he is, he wonders if after what she's said, it would be something she'd consider childish, to have his arm tucked around her shoulders. Then he decides there shouldn't be any such thing, that you don't get too old for your family any which way.
So he circles an arm about her shoulders and leans his head to the side, just touching the crown of hers. ]
Was there anything particular you were hoping to do today? Other than this, I meant.
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This is lovely, you know.
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A broadcast which turns out to be the words "Happy Birthday" spelled out in rocks on the sand of the beach, with a pair of added accoutrements as a calling card: a bouquet of daffodils held together by the chain of a flat silver locket with a lion engraved on its face.
The whole thing lasts no longer than a few seconds, and he has no way of knowing if she'll see it or not. But hopefully it'll be enough, and he knows she knows how to find him if it does.]
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W-what kind of p-party is it, Lucy?
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No, Caspian.
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