Open: The difference between arson and a birthday party is the number of candles.
On the day of her birthday, Sagramore takes Sunny out for an early ride on Fenyes. The foal is due any week now, but Sunny is so little that it’s fine for her to sit on top of Fenyes’ back, in the groove that seems perfectly made for a rider, while Sagramore leads her around by the bridle – and it keeps them out of the house long enough for Laertes and Magnus to put the plan of her party into action.
Laertes uses the brief window of time well--he has his cake pans selected, his parchment paper already cut to shape, and his chocolate frosting mixed ahead of time, and all that remains is to mix the chocolate cake batter and to bake it. To delight his daughter's many teeth, he's selected a mix of sprinkles with several different textures of crunch.
For her part, Sunny knows several things. She knows her birthday is likely very soon, and that Magnus thinks she should have a party. They talked about it some, back at the wedding. She also knows that they are going to have company over today, though she didn’t give that much thought, as they often have company over, and nobody specified how many people would be arriving. However, she has yet to put these facts together, and as a result is unaware that her birthday and subsequent party are today.
Magnus has been secreting things away in the shed where he and Galahad found Drosera for weeks — they're not precisely close, but they're close enough that he can move things over in fairly short order. The crucial supplies include several card tables, a KIERKLAAND-brand dinosaur-themed bounce house and slide with an attached battery-powered blower, with enough stakes that it should be fine for an adult to go in with her whenever she wants, and so many balloons, streamers, and ribbons. A more recent addition to the lot includes loads of additional party-appropriate snacks: crudités trays with dips, apples for slicing with caramel dippers on the side, and a couple of kinds of chips. Also, most importantly, Magnus's gifts.
Once the bouncy house is anchored to the ground and inflating, Magnus starts setting up the tables, tying balloons to ribbons and arraying them around the tables and yard and, frankly, tossing the streamers all over the place. Finally, and based in part on some magazine articles he's read on throwing parties and showers (a birthday party for a two year old is basically a baby shower, right?) he puts out some signs: GIFTS GO HERE on one card table, and BOOKS GO HERE on another. (They asked each attendee to bring a book to contribute to Sunny's personal library in lieu of cards in the party invitations, preferably a children's book with personal meaning and significance but with no true limitations.) The final card table gets the polaroid camera and some silly costume components — funny hats, disguise glasses, feather boas — so people can document the occasion. He has secret plans to take the resulting photos and make a little album of them for the family.
So it is that when Sagramore finally brings Sunny home again, riding on his shoulders, everything is ready for her – including Sagramore’s own gift, as abysmally wrapped as one might imagine, and sitting on the outside eating table, which has been reserved for that purpose.
Sunny has never seen a party so large before, that clearly took so much planning. Her first birthday party, though lovely and a lot of fun, was nothing like this. Her eyes dart all around, at all of her friends who have come, all of the gifts they were kind enough to bring for her, and at all of the activities her family have planned, all with her in mind. There's an overwhelming mix of emotions running through her small body, but she quickly settles on happy and excited. She wipes a couple of rogue tears from her cheeks before turning to her Apu, pointing at the bounce house, and asking, "Can I go jump?"
Laertes uses the brief window of time well--he has his cake pans selected, his parchment paper already cut to shape, and his chocolate frosting mixed ahead of time, and all that remains is to mix the chocolate cake batter and to bake it. To delight his daughter's many teeth, he's selected a mix of sprinkles with several different textures of crunch.
For her part, Sunny knows several things. She knows her birthday is likely very soon, and that Magnus thinks she should have a party. They talked about it some, back at the wedding. She also knows that they are going to have company over today, though she didn’t give that much thought, as they often have company over, and nobody specified how many people would be arriving. However, she has yet to put these facts together, and as a result is unaware that her birthday and subsequent party are today.
Magnus has been secreting things away in the shed where he and Galahad found Drosera for weeks — they're not precisely close, but they're close enough that he can move things over in fairly short order. The crucial supplies include several card tables, a KIERKLAAND-brand dinosaur-themed bounce house and slide with an attached battery-powered blower, with enough stakes that it should be fine for an adult to go in with her whenever she wants, and so many balloons, streamers, and ribbons. A more recent addition to the lot includes loads of additional party-appropriate snacks: crudités trays with dips, apples for slicing with caramel dippers on the side, and a couple of kinds of chips. Also, most importantly, Magnus's gifts.
Once the bouncy house is anchored to the ground and inflating, Magnus starts setting up the tables, tying balloons to ribbons and arraying them around the tables and yard and, frankly, tossing the streamers all over the place. Finally, and based in part on some magazine articles he's read on throwing parties and showers (a birthday party for a two year old is basically a baby shower, right?) he puts out some signs: GIFTS GO HERE on one card table, and BOOKS GO HERE on another. (They asked each attendee to bring a book to contribute to Sunny's personal library in lieu of cards in the party invitations, preferably a children's book with personal meaning and significance but with no true limitations.) The final card table gets the polaroid camera and some silly costume components — funny hats, disguise glasses, feather boas — so people can document the occasion. He has secret plans to take the resulting photos and make a little album of them for the family.
So it is that when Sagramore finally brings Sunny home again, riding on his shoulders, everything is ready for her – including Sagramore’s own gift, as abysmally wrapped as one might imagine, and sitting on the outside eating table, which has been reserved for that purpose.
Sunny has never seen a party so large before, that clearly took so much planning. Her first birthday party, though lovely and a lot of fun, was nothing like this. Her eyes dart all around, at all of her friends who have come, all of the gifts they were kind enough to bring for her, and at all of the activities her family have planned, all with her in mind. There's an overwhelming mix of emotions running through her small body, but she quickly settles on happy and excited. She wipes a couple of rogue tears from her cheeks before turning to her Apu, pointing at the bounce house, and asking, "Can I go jump?"
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These are wrapped neatly in scrap fabric with a big bow, sewn that it can be used as a headband if Sunny feels so inclined. The book Kade has chosen is The Paper Bag Princess.
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There are nice outfits. Lots of pockets, so she can bring cheerios with her when she and Magnu go out on their daily adventures, without needing to bother him about getting them out of his bag.
Her mental 'Pros and Cons' list regarding whether or not Kade is a creep reluctantly gets a mark for the 'Pros' side.
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To make it worse, at one point during the party, when he is talking with the birthday girl herself, she asks where he is. Dionysus hesitates, then explains that Uncle Polly had to help out his new cows, and that maybe tomorrow Auntie Sissy can take her to go meet the cows herself if she would like. It's an incredibly flimsy excuse, one Apollo told Dionysus he could tell if someone asked, during the... conversation they had, where Apollo said he wasn't going to the party. He can tell that Sunny also thinks it's a flimsy excuse. Her little round face absolutely falls when he tells her Polly can't make it, and it breaks his heart to see, but soon enough she seems to recover, thank goodness.
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(Showing Lan Zhan the children's section of the library reminded it to look through the selection itself. The books it settled on both have cute pictures, and are about activities it knows Sunny likes (biting stuff and stomping around, respectively). It brought two because it has no idea what kind of other thing to give a tiny human.)
Then it makes good its escape.
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Still, out of a sense of sentimentality if nothing else, Sagramore waits until many of the guests have left and it's just Magnus and Alex and Laertes to bring the soft wrapped package over to the blanket on the grass where Sunny is gnawing on some leftover crudites.
"Art thou ready for thy gift from me, little rabbit?"
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Even good things have to end some time, so though she's sad her friends have all gone back to their own homes (well, mostly just the mansion, really, but they all have individual homes inside the mansion) she's happy that they were all able to come by and visit, and jump with her inside the inflatable bounce house, and she's really glad that everyone was so generous to bring her presents. There were so many presents she doesn't know how she's going to remember who got her what, in order to write them all thank you cards later! Of course, she also does not know how to write, but that's a problem for Later Sunny. There also were so many presents that she doesn't even realize she didn't open one from Apu yet, until he comes over and mentions it. Honestly, at first she assumed the party itself was the gift, and she would have been fine with that.
"Nother gift?" she asks, excited.
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"Good birthday so far?" he asks.
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It is Sunny's birthday, though, so maybe this one will be different. Besides, she's not really a child. She's an independent young woman and about to ascend to another level of independent young woman-ness. So Crowley's there, looking a bit awkward as always. He's tossed a couple of books onto the books table: Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark and More Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark -- and he currently has a wrapped gift in his hands.
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Then inspiration hit. He'd been carving various animals for her so why not build her a little farm set that could also double as a storage box for them? Doing this had taken time (and more then a few scraped fingers) but he was proud of the end result. There was a barn for the animals to go in and out as they pleased and space for them to graze in the yard. He'd even managed a little house that somewhat resembled her own and had plans for presenting her with little versions of her family throughout the year.
Did he go overboard? Possibly but it was all worth it to make sure Sunny had the best birthday.
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For now, he slides a slim volume onto the table labelled for books: Lords of the Kiln: The Supreme Ghosts of Tonglu Mountain. He's not sure if she will enjoy it, but most rulers size up their competition in one way or another. It will at the very least be helpful. (He has annotated it so that Sunny will know that Qi Rong, while capable of horror, does not deserve the title of fourth Supreme and is only there to round out the number.) Then he sidles back through the crowd and away.
1 His own a few weeks ago doesn't count. Clearly that was just the mansion spirits bringing in a sadder version of him, not explicitly a younger one.
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She hasn't done that yet, but only because she hasn't set her mind to it so far.
The book is not only an appropriate tribute for her, but a very welcome one, and she can't wait to have not just this book, but all of the many books she's receiving today read to her later some time.
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As for the book, he brings a slim volume of jokes and puns for kids that he found in the library. As soon as he laid eyes on it, he couldn't even think of something better.
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But she is nothing if not determined. On the books table, she has placed a slim notebook in which she's carefully written down some of the first recipes she learned how to make when she was a child. And then for regular gifts, something that may not necessarily be as appreciated as some of the other gifts, but which will absolutely be useful. An array of small, Sunny-sized socks, in a wide variety of colors and patterns, meticulously hand-knit in different thicknesses to account for the coming seasons. (And yes, the thicker winter ones are larger to account for her future growth.)
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1Cultivation?
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There's much to consider. Sunny likes art, clearly - she's drawn on quite a few walls of the Mansion. She seemed receptive to Susan's childhood self teaching her how to dance, as well. She likes biting and animals.
In the end, Susan considers what she knows of Sunny's adoptive fathers, as well. They live in a house they built with their own hands; Laertes has described the plumbing system at length and Susan herself helped with some of the shelving. Tucked away in one of the closets she sorted out early in her tenure here lies a construction set that didn't, at the time, have a clear purpose. She retrieves it and wraps it neatly for Sunny's birthday. It consists of a wooden box that can double as a work bench; inside, in neatly-organized compartments, there are a set of actually-usable tools. A toddler-safe measuring tape - large plastic holding case; thick tape that is bite-resistant (...for most children) and just stiff enough that it isn't an easy strangulation hazard, with accurate inch and centimeter marks. A hammer that can drive wooden pegs into drilled holes - though it shan't be useful for metal nails. A screwdriver shaped for toddler hands. A level. Taking up half the space is a set of practice tools with no real-world application beyond pretend play, so she can practice without a project or supervisory adult at hand. Inside, she tucks a little pot of childsafe paint and a brush, in case Sunny should like to decorate her creations or the box itself.
The book choice was much, much easier than the gift seleection. Susan, of course, has opted for one of E. Nesbit's works. She hasn't got a terrifically close relationship with Sunny, but she has fond memories of reading the Enchanted Castle to Lucy as a bed-time story when Lucy was quite young, and imagines Sunny might enjoy hearing it from her fathers as well.
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That's probably why she hid the paint deep deep deep deep deep down inside the workbench-box. Either way though, the entire gift is nice, and Sunny is excited to use it next time her daddies are building something. She can help them, now that she has her own toolkit. When she opens the gift, she even gives Susan a hug along with her "Thank you!"
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Finally, of course, at a lull in the proceedings, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian both will find Sunny and present her with a red envelope stuffed tidily with a respectable amount of paper money. Lan Wangji would hardly have been willing to be a party to the impropriety of doing anything else.
1Peach wood is protective against evil spirits and thus a traditional gift for babies.
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