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[nighttemplar]

You've reached Alessandro. Be a good chap and leave a message with my man, Floote
I assure you, your message will be answered in due time

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[buffeted]

I'm definitely planning to make a cake! I just don't know what kind yet.
He's such a pain to buy gifts for, though.

[nighttemplar]

He strikes me as the practical gift sort of man. Give him some blank tapes. A new recorder. A nice roll away desk. Socks. A mug for his tea. A kiss. I'm sure he'd enjoy any one of those. Especially the last one, of it's from you.

You on the other hand... Care to tell me when you're is? Since we're sharing?

[buffeted]

He's very practical, and I have thought of some things like that. I just want it to be a bit special, I guess. I have some time to think about it, though.

Oh, it passed earlier this month. What about yours?

[nighttemplar]

He likes written things, right? Write him something. Not a statement. Write him something from your heart.

Earlier this month? You should have said something.

Me? It's of no consequence. It's never been celebrated and I see no reason to start now. What matters is we've missed yours and it should be remedied.

[buffeted]

Oh no you don't. Mine's never been celebrated either and I don't really relish the thought of starting now. So in fairness, you owe me yours.

[nighttemplar]

I'm certain for entirely different reasons. The birth of a Preternatural is not something to be celebrated.

So we'll make a deal. If I allow you to bother with mine, you must allow me to bother with yours

[buffeted]

My mother hated me even before my father left, so it's essentially for the same reason.

Fair deal. I like plants if you're considering a gift.

[nighttemplar]

I suppose it is. And I suppose I'm lucky in that regard. I was taken by the Templars at 5. I can't remember if my mother cared for me or not. I doubt it.

But plants. And that jumper you always wear. And romance novels. I believe I can recitfy your previous non-celebritory situation

But I suppose it's my turn now. According to Templar Records, I was born on 14 April, 1805. Easter Sunday.

[buffeted]

Cute things in general, really, but I want a few plants for my office.

So I have a Christmas and an Easter baby. What about the professor?

[nighttemplar]

As I can think of little that's more charming than you, I'll just make due.

My dearest Lyall? 15 July. I'll not give the year as he's a gentleman and it's not right to tell a gentleman's age.

[buffeted]

Flatterer.

I'm putting all these dates in my planner. Just in case I'm here a while.

[nighttemplar]

Truth. You are a very charming young man.

If you must. But really, it's not necessary for myself. Though having a birthday here would be very curious. I wonder what will happen.

[buffeted]

At the very least, you're getting an Easter-themed cake. Bunnies and cute chocolate eggs.

[nighttemplar]

Bunnies? Eggs?

Oh! That quaint Germanic tradition! I suppose I'll accept it.

[buffeted]

Bunnies and eggs are also in general symbols of fertility, so consider it a nod to your virility as well as a birthday gift.

[nighttemplar]

I should be insulted. But did you know, Martin, it's actually very very difficult to breed my kind. When we manage it, we always breed true.