Happy Birthday Fabian

[prewett]

Happy Birthday Fabian.

The little bastard likes worship and tokens of affection, namely presents. His preferred confection is chocolate, particuarly liquor filled chocolates. And since he is now 17, he also enjoys whiskey and scotch; the older the better.

By the way, Fabian, I couldn't get off work today. I'll see you at the lake Saturday

Comments

[lesserprewett]

Correct on all counts. So you were paying attention those sixteen summers we lived together. Who would have thought?

That's fine. Narcissa wants to take me shopping and I don't think you would enjoy tagging along.

Saturday?

And thank you.

[prewett]

Sixteen years, 364 days, thirteen-odd hours. You have always been hard not to pay attention too.

Have a good time with Narcissa tomorrow. You are right, if she encourages your shopping behaviors at all, I am happy to let you guys do that together without me.

You are welcome.

[lesserprewett]

I do try.

I will.

Need to talk to you.

[prewett]

You succeed.

You had better.

Do you want me to use the floo network, or should I expect an owl?