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Lydia Dietrich	Invitations have been sent out, and preparations have been made, and everything is ready for Lydia's birthday party. It may be a little self serving to hold a birthday party for yourself, but the way she sees it, it's just an excuse to get all her friends together and to have a little fun.     She hadn't decorated her apartment for the affair, though she /has/ cooked for it. Scattered along the island in the kitchen are various foodstuffs and drinks, some of which aren't even kosher! It's not like she eats anymore, really.     It's now the appointed time and people should be showing up soon, so she stands near the door, patiently waiting for her guests to arrive.
Clarice Ferguson	Two of the guests completely forgoes the front door, as a purple portal appears in the leaving room, allowing Clarice and Mystique to step through. The magenta-hued mutant is dressed in the beautiful green dress with the long flowing skirt and shining silver-hued belt that Lydia helped her pick out so many months ago. She //dressed up// for the occassion, it seems, and holds a gift wrapped in white paper covered with images of balloons and confetti - a rather stereotypical birthday print. In her other hand she holds a container steaming with a sweet smell as she closes in on her sister. "Happy Birthday!" she declares brightly, the hug a big awkward due to her encumbered state. "Do you need any help setting anything up?" she asks, as she looks around for somewhere to put her offerings.
Terry O'Neil	Two guests have chosen not to forego the front door- if anything, because sometimes using doors is a novelty for the Cheshire cat. That, and when bringing a new acquaintance, it's always better to use the front door, anyways. "You'll see, she's the best. Without her amulet, those angels would have had me tripping balls like nobody's business," the Cheshire says to kian, a gift in hand for both of them, and knocks on the door.
Kian	"I still don't see the point of celebrating a birthday," Kian says, although he sounds more amused than anything else.  "I mean, it's not like the person being born had anything to do with it, other than being there.  But, I know, Earth is weird."     Certainly the room is small by his standards, but he's getting used to that.  Earth is... well, let's not be repetitious.     "And I've been inside your mind, Terry.  When are you *not* 'tripping balls'?"
Marc Spector	Mr. Knight usually doesn't make housecalls. The Midnight Mission exists for a reason and his home is there (most nights.) Tonight isn't typical though. Lydia is one of his favored allies and as the priestess of the goddess of Queens (the figure not the district,) he would be remiss if he didn't make an exception for her celebratory event.     He is dressed as usual (for this particular guise): white three piece suit, white gloves, white patent leather shoes, and white featureless mask with the crescent moon on the forehead. In his hand is a small box in white wrapping with a white ribbon tied around it. There's an obvious theme when it comes to Mr. Knight.     He makes his way to the door but stops to regard the pair in waiting. "There are levels and degrees to just how far you can 'trip balls'" he says in a low registered baritone voice. He is certifiably crazy (he's got the paperwork somewhere) so he would know, right?
Mystique	Emerging through the portal, Raven took a moment to collect herself before searching the room. She wore a spaghetti strap sheath dress in pure white, that hugged her body all the way down to her knees, with a slight slit on the right side to allow for walking. The neck line plunges down to offer a view of her lovely cobalt chest, the back going down to the crook of her back. On her feet is a pair of white pumps decorated in tiny little diamond-like rhinestones, and have straps wrapping up her legs to the knees. Her flaming red hair has been pulled up on both sides with fancy silver combs to keep it off her face, other wise it hangs freely in loose curls down her back. Those who knew her would realize pretty quickly that not a thing on her body as actually part of her, it was all real clothing, something Lydia seemed to enjoy when she did. Spotting Lydia, whether she was in conversation with someone or not, she immediately made her way over to embrace her and place a tender kiss on her lips. "Happy birthday love," she offers quietly, but there is a mischievous little grin on her face.
Jonathan Sims	Unlike how he dressed for his own party, Jon has arrived to this one dressed up, at least to some degree. He put on slacks and a button-down, anyway, and threw on his favorite emerald green cardigan over that. He's carrying a box and a small bag, and looks like he's only /moderately/ suffering given the sheer amount of drinking and glitter that happened the night before.     He shows up on Terry and Kian's heels, and comments, "There's Terry and then there's Terry around /angels/. If it's anything like what that glitter is doing to me now, it's rather, hmm, disorientating. We all owe Lydia a great deal, though."     Hovering just behind him is a teenaged girl, tall for her age, with dark skin and curly auburn hair, dressed in leggings and a skirt and a heavy sweater--and glow in the dark sneakers. She's peering at Kian with /very/ wide eyes. She opens her mouth. Closes it. Opens it again. Clearly she wants to ask about the wings.
Lydia Dietrich	Lydia returns Clarice's hug enthusiastically and shakes her head. "I've got everything set up." Her nostrils flare as she takes in the scent of the treat her sister brought. "Conkies?" she asks excitedly. "Neat! Everybody's going to love those. I love that dress on you."     At the sound of the knock of the door, Lydia turns her attention to it and opens it up. "Oh! Terry!" she exclaims with a grin. "Come in! Who's your winged friend? It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Lydia, the birthday girl in question."     However, she's taken aback by the next person to arrive. "Mr. Night! What a surprise! Thank you for coming," she says, letting him in. "Come in, come in, and help yourself to some food, if you're up to it. Try the conkies. They're a Barbadosian desert. Straight from Barbados if I'm not mistaken."     Then she feels arms wrapped around her. There's only one person that would be, so she turns around to accept Raven's kiss. "I'm glad you came," she says. "It wouldn't be the same without you. Now, if you'll excuse me I have more guests to greet." She disengages from her embrace, but only after one more kiss.     "Jon!" She says, looking like she's about to hug him, but remembers that she better not. "And Agnes! It's been a while," she says to the girl. "How're you holding up?"
Clarice Ferguson	"Yup - my father just finished the batch, in fact," Clarice declares brightly, as she sets out a dish covered in little green bundles. Wrapped inside banana leaves, and steamed, the conkies are sweet cornmeal dumplings filled with grated coconut, pumpkin, and dried fruit. "Hopefully Theo and Pete will be able to make it - Theo's got a time crunch on a big project, and Pete's helping him out... You know how they are," Clarice remarks in a cheery tone. Glancing around, she picks an empty table for her gift - and sets the present down as well.     "Hello again, Jon," she adds towards the man, giving the girl behind him a curious look, and nodding politely to the others present.
Marc Spector	Mr. Knight inclined his head to the hostess. "It would be offensive to not attend your celebration" he says entering the aprtment. He surveys the place and those already in attendance. That there were mutants didn't seem to bother him any. In fact, mutants were those who often had to hide in these troubling times and that made them Khonshu's responsibility in his mind.     He finds the table with the gifts on it and places his small box on the surface before moving to a wall and watching those in attendance. Jon and Agnes both are given a casual (if nonetheless friendly) wave of greeting and acknowledgement. They're the only others in attendance he knows. The rest, he'll reserve introductions for when (and if) they become necessary.
Jonathan Sims	Jon is not huggy just now, but Agnes is, so she wraps her arms around Lydia with a bright grin. "I'm really good! Jon's alive and I'm starting school soon. Happy birthday!" She pulls away to peer around at the others in the room, curiously. Clarice gets a blink, but she keeps looking back to Kian. /Wings/.     Jon waves to Clarice and Mr. Knight, going over to put down his own gifts. "Hello Clarice, Marc, Terry... Kian, right?" He's met the winged alien all of once, but perfect recall helps with names. He gravitates toward the food, then, still psychologically convince he needs to eat a lot.
Mystique	There are a few faces Raven doesn't recognize, but that doesn't remove the smile from her face. After her initial greeting hug and kiss, she let's Lydia slip away and just watches her. Attentive hostess, greeting her guests and letting them in, and while that is happening, the cobalt mutant slips back to the edges of the room out of the way. From her new location she can better watch and hear the interactions going on. Noticing Jon she does offer a polite, "Good to see you again, Mr. Sims." his way, not certain if they are on a first name basis or not at this time. "I'm truly pleased you made it back."
Kian	Kian bows and spreads his wings very slightly.  "I think the appropriate greeting is 'Happy Birthday'?  I'm Kian, one of Terry's partners.  If I look like one of the angels that was causing trouble recently, it's okay, I'm not one."     Hooray for automatic translators, or he might be floundering a bit.  English is a deepy odd language.  And really, any resemblance between himself and an angel is only very superficial.  Instead of robes he's in a sleeveless top, a kilt, and sandals -- almost more Grecian than Heavenly Host.     Never mind that he's barely a over a meter and a half tall, that's not very divinely regal either.     He seems blissfully unaware of being stared at for his feathery appendages.  After all, those are perfectly normal, right?
Lydia Dietrich	Lydia laughs and shakes her head, "Theo and Pete are excused if they're working on school stuff. I'll go and pester them later." She turns and starts making the rounds, introducing people to each other as she goes, encouraging all to partake in the lovely assortment of snacks and drinks that she's prepared, especially the conkies that Clarice had brought.     She receives the exuberant hug from Agnes with one of her own. "How're you doing, squirt? Looking forward to school? Remember, if you have any questions about English, feel free to call me up. I /am/ an English teacher after all."     Her golden eyes sparkle at Kian, "It's a pleasure to meet you, finally. Terry has talked about you. Do you have any dietary restrictions? I can point out which snacks you'd be able to meet."     As she cruises around, chatting with people, she makes sure to swing by back to Raven to give her another kiss. "One of these days you'll tell me when your birthday is," she murmurs, "so I can properly embarrass you by singing at you."
Clarice Ferguson	A quiet snort comes from Clarice at Lydia's words to her 'boss' - someone apparently has opinions on whether or not Mystique would actually share that information.     "//Everyone// should try the conkies," Clarice declares brightly. "You haven't lived until you've had conkies." Look. They're the national dish of Barbados - and she has //some// pride for the land of her birth. This declaration made, she starts fixing herself a plate of the various treats, while adding towards Jonathan, "Good work with all that angel business. Is it all cleared up now? Nothing else that needs... doing?" Or killing.
Jonathan Sims	"The angels glow with holy light," Jon notes to Kian. "At least to magical eyes. But... they're all gone, except for Michael. He's still causing trouble in the Astral Plane, but between Lydia's Seal and the battle at the Endless Graveyard he's lost both his army and his ability to affect this plane of existence."     He smiles at Mystique while making himself a plate including conkies. "Jon is fine. Coming back from the dead has relaxed a lot of my worry about formality. Something about dying and merging with a god kind of puts things in perspective, you know?" He shrugs.     Agnes nods brightly at Lydia and grabs her own plate, then finally blurts in Kian's direction: "Are you a mutant? Oh, that's rude, isn't it? Sorry." She glances around at Jon with a guilty sort of expression.
Marc Spector	Mr. Knight or Marc, as Jon so helpfully pointed out, seems content to watch from his wall. At the mention of the island nation he opines, "Barbados is nice. An associate of mine has been working to help the Jewish population there. Assisting in ensuring the Nidhe Israel is kept pristine and doesn't end up like it's pre-1986 state." He adds. "I've been there a few times myself. There was an incursion of supposed vampire attacks that I felt the need to look into."     He glances at Lydia and shakes his head. "Not vampires. Lycanthropes. Werecoyotes to be exact. Moon Knight ensured they were no longer a threat to the people." Slaying monsters is casual shop talk for Mr. Knight, even around children it would seem. It's part of his job after all. At least he didn't go into detail about -how- Moon Knight dealt with the werecoyotes. At Agnes' question he can't help but smile under the mask.
Mystique	Raven turns the kiss, then gives Lydia a little swat on the butt as she says, "One." Then a small smirk appears on her lips as she shakes her head as she adds, "You'd burn the asteroid down trying to put that many candles on a cake, besides, I don't do birthdays any more, a hundred and forty-three is more than enough." Some may note the added year to that, others not so much. Turning her attention to the others in the room she offers a slight wave and a, "Nice to meet you." as Lydia makes the introductions, then her eyes settle on Agnes as she blurts out the question the cobalt mutant has heard a million times. A hint of a smile plays on her lips for a moment then she looks back to Jon. "Jon it is then," she offers with that smile. "You're welcome to call me Raven, at least in a personal setting. I do have an image to maintain." She manages to maintain the smile for a moment longer before she chuckles. "Kidding. My image never changes, no matter what I'm called." Now she moves to collect a few things on a plate, little bites of the choices but not a lot of food. She's slightly distracted in her own head. "I'll admit I was curious about Kian myself, so thank you for your bluntness," she says to Agnes and offers a nod toward the girl.
Lydia Dietrich	Lydia lifts her eyebrows at Mr. Knight. "I didn't know there was a population of Jews down in Barbados. Let me know next time you go down there, and I'll lend you a hand, /especially/ now that I don't have angels breathing down my neck."     She chuckles at Mystique, "Well, we wouldn't want to be burning down the Asteroid. Magneto would be furious with me." Turning back to Jon and Agnes she gives Raven a gentle elbow. "Don't listen to her. Her image changes all the time." She gets something of a wicked grin, "Great for fulfilling all those fantasies you might have."
Clarice Ferguson	"Oh my //God//, Lydia!" Clarice protests with a laugh. "The girl's like... fourteen!" Hey, she's close. She shakes her head, then looks towards Agnes, adding, "She's a terrible influence. ...but she is a good teacher."
Kian	"I... don't really know," Kian answers both interlocutors.  He glances about for Terry who is, disturbingly enough, his psychological anchor around here, but the cat has wandered off in search of catnip or something in need of glitter or the Gods only know what.  "If you mean my wings, no, those are perfectly normal.  For my people, anyway."  And for certain settings of normal, evidently.  He spreads them very slightly, careful not to bump anything, and obviously quite proud of them.  Why shouldn't he be?  They're marked like a red-tailed hawk's wings.  Having just admitted that he's Not Of This World seems a matter of little relevance to him.     "I have other abilities which are not common to my people, but I don't know if they're a mutation or... what."  So close to the ending of the whole angels mess, now is /not/ the time to say that his abilities are considered Gods-given by many of his people... or that his people have formally named him an avatar of one of his Gods.  Even if that elevation was against his express wishes.
Jonathan Sims	Agnes giggles at both Lydia and Clarice. "I have the internet now. I know what you mean." She hesitates, as if about to say something else, then seems to think better of it, lest she embarass the adults any further.     It's Jon that blinks rapidly at Lydia and then coughs, turning away with darkened cheeks. "File that under 'too much information,'" he mutters. "And also conversations I /never/ wanted to have to have again good /lord/." He rubs at the back of his neck.     Kian gives Jon a good enough excuse to change the subject, and he says, "I'm fairly certain she meant a human mutant, like Lydia or Raven or Clarice. But you're from another planet, right?" He grins at Lydia. "This /might/ be his very first birthday party. No pressure or anything."
Marc Spector	Mr. Knight nods to Lydia offer. "Certainly, if the requirement ever comes up." He turns his attention to Kian and considers the man. "Alien. Interesting" he muses. The concept doesn't seem to phase him as much as it might someone else. But he regards the man with a bit more speculation for a moment longer, the strange glow from his eyes not giving much of anything about his focus away.     He grins at Agnes' recovery and Jon's embarassment. The quick shift from the man is noted though and makes his attention shift to his friend, ally, and former doctor. This is the first time he's seen Jon since the trip to Duat and he's certain there are changes in the man that he hasn't fully realized beyond what minor physical alterations he can clearly see.
Mystique	The banter between the guests has Raven grinning. How quickly the conversation degrades, and all thanks to Lydia. "Lydia's not wrong," she adds with a grin. "I can literally be what ever dream you have." Despite collecting a plate of food, she sets it down for the time being and an impish smile dances to her lips. This seemed, at least to her, like the perfect time for her plan to swing into motion. Removing her phone from what seemed like no where, she lays it on the counter, taps the screen and the music with no vocals for Motley Crue's 'Without You' begins to play. Stepping over to Lydia, she snatches up one of her hands to sort of start dancing, then begins to sing. Without you, there's no change - My nights and days are grey - If I reached out and touched the rain - It just wouldn't feel the same Without you, I'd be lost - I'd slip down from the top - I'd slide down so low - Girl, you never, never know - Without you, without you - A sailor lost at sea - Without you, woman - The world comes down on me Without you in my life - I'd slowly wilt and die - But with you by my side - You're the reason I'm alive - But with you in my life - You're the reason I'm alive - But without you, without you Without you, my hope is small - Let me be me all along - Let the fires rage inside - Knowing someday I'd grow strong Without you, without you - A sailor lost at sea - Without you, woman - The world comes down on me Without you in my life - I'd slowly wilt and die - But with you by my side - You're the reason I'm alive - But with you in my life - You're the reason I'm alive - But without you, without you I could face a mountain - But I could never climb alone - I could start another day - But how many, just don't know You're the reason the sun shines down - And the nights, they don't grow cold - Only you that I'll hold when I'm young - Only you as we grow old Without you in my life - I'd slowly wilt and die - But with you by my side - You're the reason I'm alive - But with you in my life - You're the reason I'm alive - But without you, without you! When the song comes to an end, Raven drops to one knee in front of Lydia and holds up a silver with emeralds and a large diamond ring toward her. "You know you're the center of my world Lydia," she says softly. "My life has never, in a hundred and forty-three years, been as perfect as it is now and only one thing would make it even better. Will you marry me?"
Lydia Dietrich	Lydia puts her hands on her hips and huffs at Clarice, "When /I/ was fourteen I most certainly had fantasies. It's only normal!" She nods when Agnes giggles, "See? Internet!"     She grins at Jon, "Sorry. I get that way around Raven. She brings out the worst (or the best) in me. She frees me in a way nobody else ever has." She looks back over to her lover adoringly. It's almost sappy the way she still moons over her.     "I'm not sure other species have mutants," she muses, "but to be honest, I wouldn't be surprised if they did. Regardless, Kian, you're the first alien I've ever met. I'm glad the encounter was peaceful and celebratory."     At first, when the music starts playing, Lydia looks amused, if not a little embarrassed. She sort of starts dancing, too, in time with the unfamiliar tune. And then Raven starts to sing, and it suddenly hits her what is happening.     Her eyes go big as saucers, tears of joy brimming to the surface as she hears Raven sing. She clutches Raven's hand as the other comes up to her mouth, as if doing so will keep all her emotions from escaping.     And then Mystique officially proposes to her. "Of course," she breathes, holding out her hand for the ring to be placed on it. "The ring is gorgeous. /You're/ gorgeous. I've never loved anybody in my life as strongly as you."
Clarice Ferguson	Clarice looked like she'd been about to reply to Lydia when Mystique starts... singing and dancing. Somethings you have to just sit back and watch, in silence.     At the end of the song though, Clarice applauds enthusiastically as Lydia accepts the proposal - and as soon as it seems appropriate, moves towards the pair to embrace them. "Congratulations," she says sincerely, a wide smile on her features. "Theo and Pete are going to be furious that they missed //this//!" she remarks with a laugh.
Kian	"Oh, no," Kian says brightly.  "There have been a few birthday celebrations at the Titans Tower since I came there, so this is not my first.  It's just not a custom to celebrate one's own among my people.  My parents celebrate the anniversary of my birth, I don't.  My mother did all the hard work; I was just there.  Kind of like how I arrived on this planet."     He's about to add more, but then Mystique starts singing, and ends with a proposal, and even more a proposal that is accepted, and the little birdman can't help but catch his breath.  "Now *that* is a reason to celebrate a day going forward," he says, half under his breath.
Marc Spector	Mr. Knight watches the song and proposal without expression (that is visible at least) but he claps enthusiastically all the same when the proposal is accepted. "Many congratulations to you" he says with a nod to Kian's sentiments.     "While I can't think that anything we have can hope to measure up to that, would now be the appropriate time to open your gifts?" he asks with an arched brow in curiosity.
Jonathan Sims	"Actually," Jon notes, "at least for humans, birth is quite hard on the one being born. The child has to turn in the womb, lower to the cervix, navigate the birth canal with their head squeezed--that's why our skulls don't fuse for a few years after birth--and then edge out one shoulder and then another. It's traumatic and potentially deadly. I agree with honoring one's parents on the day of one's birth, but for thousands of years simply /surviving/ being born and getting through infancy was an accomplishment to be celebrated. Infant mortality rates are still quite high in many areas of the world--so why not celebrate that a child, or adult, has survived another year? We also don't exactly have any consistent coming-of-age marker, culturally... but everyone was born."     He falls silent on the subject as the song starts up, and he falls silent to listen, eating the conkies. Agnes listens with rapt attention as well, and they both clap when it's done. Jon tears up more than a little and then nods. "Yes, an excellent time! Although I don't think /anything/ can measure up to that."
Mystique	Raven slides the ring onto Lydia's finger before springing back to her feet to wrap her arms around her, kissing her cheek and neck at least a dozen times. At one point she whispers something into Lydia's ear, then kisses her firmly on the lips before stepping back. "Presents are in order, I whole heartedly agree... though Lydia gets my present later, in private, but I can share that she gets to pick who I am tonight, with props." Raven doesn't believe in too much information.
Lydia Dietrich	Lydia's grin is nearly ear to ear, she's so happy. She holds her hand up, so she can get a proper look of the ring on her finger, and then tilts her hand down so she can show it off to everybody assembled. She giggles when Raven whispers something in her ear, and then whispers something back, after which she gives her a full kiss (but keeps it short for modesty's sake.) "This is the best birthday present ever," she concludes.     Now. Let's see what everybody else has brought me. She goes to Marc's present first, and carefully opens the package without ripping the paper. Yes, she's one of /those/ present openers. Neatly folding the paper aside, she opens up the small box to pull out a pendant, much like the one she's wearing right now. Instead of an ankh, however, it's a Knot of Isis, which shares a lot of similarities. She rubs her thumb across the surface feeling the magic emanating from it.     "Mr Knight," she says. "This is absolutely wonderful." She hesitates for a moment before putting it on, wondering how the enchantments of both this pendant and the one she's wearing that's a symbol of her coven will react. She needn't have worried however. As soon as she puts it on, the two pendants hum in sympathy, complimenting each other. "I love it!"
Marc Spector	Mr. Knight inclines his head in accepting the thanks and offers. "I thought given you station something more in line with the Goddess of Protection in the afterlife would be appropriate." There is a smile in his tone at the very least.     "It took some tracking down but I managed to find that particular piece from the the stores of my patron's hidden temple" he says gesturing as if he is handing the item over even as it is around her neck. "I hope it serves you well in whatever endeavor you pursue. Mundane or mystical."
Clarice Ferguson	When Clarice's gift is open, it reveals a beautiful steamer basket made of bamboo, with steel rings around the edges, and a large, flat skillet the perfect size for it to sit in. "That's what my fadder uses for steaming up the conkies," Clarice explains. "I thought you might not have something like that in your baking collection yet - and that it might be fun to experiment with." She gives a shrug of her shoulders, and a smile as she adds, "There's a conky recipe in there too, of course." Hand written, too. Very old fashioned.     "Maybe not as the jewelry you've been getting, but..." Hopefully still thoughtful enough to be appreciated.
Jonathan Sims	Jon settles back to watch the present opening, commenting, "The small bag is from Cael... she and Martin are both suffering the effects of the party still. All that alcohol, staying up late, and then trying to get the glitter out of Bear's fur." He shakes his head.     The bamboo steamer basket with the skillet gets a curious look. "Ohh, is /that/ how you do it? Ever since my stint in the desert I've been curious about steaming food in leaves."
Mystique	Raven moves back to her plate and picks it up, finally starting to nibble at the various items while watching Lydia open her presents. Taking a moment to look over the beverage choices, she settles on some tea then sits herself in a chair near Lydia, but not right on top of her. Woman needs room to open those gifts. "Conchies are wonderful," she admits with a smile. "Well worth learning how to make them, as your first thing steamed in leaves."
Lydia Dietrich	Lydia bows her head to Mr. Knight. "Thank you. I'll be sure to stop by at the Mission to give your patron a proper thanks for this gift. I love it and I'm sure Isis would approve."     When she opens up Clarice's present her eyes light up in delight. "Oh, I love it!" she says, walking over to give Clarice a hug and a kiss on the forehead. "You don't have to give me fancy jewelry to impress me," she says. "I'll have to make conkies for you sometime in the future. I'm sure they won't be as good as your fadder's but I'll try, at least."     Jon gets a grin as she takes the bag, "Tell them I forgive them." She rummages through the bag and pulls out a card and reads aloud, "Turns out not all vampires are that bad after all." She giggles at the sentiment, and pulls out a gift card. "Oooh. Green Light Books. I love going there!"     Martins gift gets a grin as well. She holds up various tins of tea and shows them off. "These are quite good teas, imported from England." She lifts the lid of one and shakes it a bit to get the aroma going and she closes her eyes. "Mmmm. I love a good tea."     Lastly is Jon's present, which she carefully unwraps. It's a winged statue of Isis, definitely a relic of some sort. She turns it around in her hands, being very careful with it. "My gosh," she says. "How old /is/ this?" She shakes her head, "I have the perfect place for it, though." She walks back into the living room to where her little altar to Isis is. She rearranges a few things to make the statue the centerpiece of the display.     "Thank you for coming, everyone," she says turning around and addressing the small gathering. "It means so much to me that I have such great friends to come and celebrate the day of my birth, and to witness my betrothal. Truly, all of /you/ are the best presents I'd ever need."     With that, the evening starts to wind down, as her guests move off into small groups for small talk and food and eventually all filter out. Once she's finally alone with Raven she takes her hands in hers. "Now for /your/ birthday present..."