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[neantmoins]

[ if you happen to walk by 1445 mitchell road, or stumble by from blood and/or memory loss if you're just leaving the post office you might notice the a few balloons and a little banner hanging from the mailbox that was happily written in different colored markers to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY NAPOLEON. he isn't to sure why they're having this at elizabeth

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[worrywarting]

[napoleon do you really need all of those cookies fatass. if florence wasn't so nice, that clearly would have been her initial thought when she exited the kitchen to check on him.]

If you keep eating those, you're not going to have any room left for the cake.

[herp derp trying to snatch one of the cookies away from him now since she isn't too keen on being blamed for his impending doom of fatness.]

[neantmoins]

[ you're the one that gave them to me dammit. would have been his reply as he stuffed another one in his mouth. ]

Only ate a couple, I'll be fine.

[ letting it happen! because he could spare a few and only a few for his friends. ]

[worrywarting]

[MAN WHO ATE ALL THE COOKIES oh wait :|]

If you eat too many sweets, you're going to get diabetes and that wouldn't be a good birthday present at all.

[and shoving one in her mouth despite that rant...in a very...lady-like manner of course]

[neantmoins]

Doubtful that will manage to happen in one sitting, I'll go for a jog or something tonight...

[ he might watch that scene unfold quietly. ] Sides, fake fiancee or not, shouldn't you be on my side?

[resurrectinto]

[Margot... probably helped to put up some of the decorations, idk. She's pretty much leaving any going ons in the kitchen alone, mostly because everything she touches cooking wise blows up or catches fire.

She's tired and worn out, but godsdammit, she's going to have a good time, for fake!daughter and friends' sake.

Coming outside, she spots Napoleon and smirks a little bit.]

How's the birthday boy?

[neantmoins]

[ he'll look up, finishing the cookie he's currently eating before shrugging. ]

Pretty good, expect for when the girl's yell at for peeking in the kitchen. Sorry for taking over your house, by the way...

[resurrectinto]

Don't worry about it. Elizabeth and her friends seemed pretty into the idea, so... Whatever makes 'em happy.

[neantmoins]

Ah... thanks then. [ offering the plate of cookies. ] Want one?

[generose]

( might have come outside to check on him, just tisking at the sight. )

You better not fill yourself up on those.

[neantmoins]

[ looking up with a shrug and a sigh. ]

You're the one that gave them to me, but no... only ate a few.

[generose]

Good, better save some room for the cake.

( tilting her head before blinking and starting to dig through her pocket. ) Oh, I got something to give you. From England.

[neantmoins]

To be all honest with you, Elizabeth. I really don't want anything from him.

[springtime4me]

[Hitler is stopping by to give well-wishes to the birthday boy.]

I didn't know you were going to have a party. Happy Birthday, Napoleon.

[neantmoins]

Oh, hey there Hitler. Thanks and I didn't know either, Elizabeth and Florence sort of surprised me with all this.

[ holding the plate out. ] Cookie?

[springtime4me]

That was really nice of them.

[Happily accepts the cookie.]

Thank you. I didn't have time to get you anything big, but I did make you something.

[neantmoins]

Can't complain.

[ tilts his head a bit. ]

And it's all right, this wasn't exactly planned after all. But really?

[is_an_island]

[somewhere hidden in the bushes across the street, there is a menacing aura of... menace... THIS IS A CONFLICT OF INTEREST he hates Napoleon but he loves being invited to parties but he doesn't really like parties!!

so today, he has donned on a cool pair of shades and has decided to go down the mature route

he's going to try and shoot a spitwad at Napoleon's head. HE'S STILL A GENTLEMAN IF NOBODY SEES HIM DO IT.]

[neantmoins]

[ napoleon looks up as he vaguely feels something fly past his head.

oh well, not seeing anything he's just going to go back to eating the cookies elizabeth and florence made just for him. ]

[is_an_island]

[

t-tries again

though none of these would probably hit since his eyesight is horrible but feel that aura of vengeance!! as it whizzes past]

[neantmoins]

[ he'll vaguely wonder if it's a fly as another flies past, but wait... yes, definitely feels something.

... so he'll scoot over so he's out of the sun, eating another cookie. ]