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You certainly are. [She gives him a sunny grin, leaning on the counter with her chin in her hands. Look, she can't help it that Majima is a good-looking man. What does it hurt if she flirts a little bit?]

If you ask me, they're better. Is it someone's birthday?

[justbeingknife]

Sorta. His birthday's on the 29th of February, and I should probably check a calendar to see if Ryslig's even got leap years.

[ Hey, a little harmless flirting never hurt anyone. And it probably got the bakery more tips. ]

Either way, it'd be just plain awful if ya only got to celebrate once every four years. Don't ya agree?

[ Now there was just a hint of mischievousness to that smile. ]

[rediscover]

[That's exactly goddamn right. And look at that overflowing tip jar! Living proof.]

Aww, that's such a special day for a birthday! At least on the years there isn't a 29th, they can always celebrate the day before...

But you're right. It'd be pretty awful. Who's the special someone?

[justbeingknife]

[ His smile widened, a little mischievous. ]

Alright, so the target's a minotaur named Tim. He loves cats and cute things, and it's coming up on his 23rd year.

[ Leave it to Majima to make the whole thing sound like a secret mission. Getting a birthday cake, honestly. In his defense, Anna had kind of an infectious enthusiasm? ]

Figure ya could work that into your bake?

[ Probably another reason why that tip jar was full. ]

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[Anna's eyes light up, a twinkle in those huge green sclera, and she grabs a pad of paper and a pen and starts scribbling furiously.]

Ooh, absolutely! [she gasps—] what if I made the cake look like a sleeping cat? Ooh, what's his favorite flavors???

[justbeingknife]

Sounds perfect. He's real partial to carrot, and -- oh yeah. I got a picture of his cat.

[ Majima pulled out a photo of Jay, a chubby-looking Maine Coon tabby with odd blue and green eyes. ]

A big old furball, name's Jay Catsby. Pretty cute, huh? Met him the other day, although he didn't seem sure what to make of a werewolf.

[rediscover]

[Anna inhales audibly, taking the picture and getting a proper look at it.]soooo cute! Can I keep this for a reference? I promise I'll return it in pristine condition!

[justbeingknife]

Of course!

If ya ever do run into the real deal, though, I oughta warn you: this cat's a smooth opurrator. Knows exactly how to butter ya up to get extra treats.

[ Maybe that was part of his feline charms. ]

But maybe ya already know firsthand, if you've got a cat of your own.

[rediscover]

Ha! Well, we'll just have to—

[wait]

...Majima, was that a cat pun you just made?

[justbeingknife]

Ain't that surprising, is it? Nothing like a little wordplay meow and then.

[ oh no..... ]

But for some reason, not everyone's into it.

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[Anna starts giggling, and once she starts it's hard to stop.]

OMG, Majima, that's so funny! I didn't expect anything like that to come out of your mouth. Heh, I guess I shouldn't be so claws-minded!

[justbeingknife]

Well, as long as ya keep my terrible secret. It just wouldn't do to have monsters whiskerin' about it, y'know? I got a reputation to maintain!

[ He was trying so hard to keep a straight face, and totally failing. In his defense? Anna's laughter was infectious. Also, cat puns. ]

[rediscover]

Don't worry, Majima, your se-cat is safe with me.

[That was a stretch, but #noregrets. Worth it for a much-needed laugh with a friend, if you ask her.]

[justbeingknife]

[ He grinned. ]

Thanks, Anna-chan. And...

[ And now he looked suddenly, slightly guilty. ]

...Could I trouble ya for an order of that fudge, too?

A Mystery Package

[inseine]

[On the 26th, a ~*mysterious bouquet*~ of very standard funeral flowers with a Sympathy mylar balloon shows up at the Café and Apothecary. In quill-script, an unsigned card reads,]

I am sorry for your losses. May you find rest with vengeance.

[And beside the off-the-shelf funeral lily bouquet is... a very familiar pot with a glowing fungus, and a second note written with the same quill-script.]

Circumstances have changed, and I do not possess the thumb required to keep this 'friend' alive. I have full confidence that it shall thrive better with you than with me.
-Javert

<summerbloom>

[rediscover]

["Rest with vengeance." Anna wishes it were so. She wishes that she felt any better for having murdered that tree. But now the rage is spent and she just feels empty.

She...might have been drinking a little, if only because that's what people do in stories when they're consumed with grief.

Still, the bouquet and the return of her little foxfire friend...it's something. Company. She places both on her bedside table, and pulls her laptop toward her.]

thank s
he liked being with you
jus t so you know
he told me,

why is he sad?

<PasUnPolicier>

[inseine]

Will [he feels compelled to write 'it' and fights the urge] he tell you why? I cannot speak well for a plant's feelings.

<summerbloom>

[rediscover]

oh
he says "the girl is gone"

i'm sorry, Javert. i didn't kno w

<PasUnPolicier>

[inseine]

[Peace is a singular person. She must have made an impression on the..... plant, as she is wont to do with everyone she has touched. Shall he now have to be more mindful of his behavior and talk around plants??? He can feel a migraine coming on atop his sorrow.]

It is well. [No, it is not. He feels dull even as he writes it.] Give him my apologies that I neglected to properly protect his carer. She was a diligent worker, and quite fond of him.

<summerbloom>

[rediscover]

no apolology needed

[typing and drinking is HARD.]

i'm sure her and elsa and everyone else are resting easy.

<PasUnPolicier>

[inseine]

[Javert is not convinced by that. Hollow comforts -- those are things he is unwilling to concede to. Not when they smack so hard of a lie.]

Now that this wretch of a God is gone, I pray you are right.

<summerbloom>

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yes that's right
rest in peac
pieces

rest in pieces
stupid tree

<PasUnPolicier>

[inseine]

I cannot say I regret its destruction.

[Her... declined typing skills are rather suspicious, aren't they? Does he need to send someone to check on her health?]

Are you well, Mademoiselle?

<summerbloom>

[rediscover]

[no no it's fine don't worry—]

oh yeah totally fine! i just pou red myself a little glass of whsieky to help me yknow
feel less terrible

<PasUnPolicier> CW: Suicide Attempt/ideation

[inseine]

[....Ah.

Well, Javert can't fault her for the attempt at drowning her sorrows in drink. He opted to take an excessive dose of sleep-draught hoping he would not wake. That did not work, evidently.]

You might wish to consider planning a memorial service, once you are sober.