Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20151101060736/@comment-27235572-20151107133544

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Quinn's head first jerked towards the flower (it was known for being quite mischievous at times) before it swiveled towards the door. She had just been about to reply to Sam's long winded explanation, touched by the gesture, when the three knocks rang out.

As Sam opened the door, Quinn heard an unfamiliar voice say that she was here for her birthday party. "Hmm?" Quinn hummed to herself, eyes scanning the entrance for the new arrival.

As the new girl stepped into the room, Quinn smiled, grateful that another person was in attendance because she hadn't expected anyone else to come. It didn't really matter to Quinn that she wasn't someone she knew: what mattered was the spirit of happiness and celebration.

The flower unfurled again, but this time, it was silent... For the time being.

"Oh, danke! B-Both for coming a-and for the b-beautiful cake!" Quinn managed to say excitedly, delighted by the new company and by the next attempt to sample something new. It had to be said that Quinn was starting to possess a bit of a sweet tooth.

"A-And, that's alright! H-Honestly, I'm h-happy with a-almost anything." Quinn continued briefly before the conversation picked up again for a few moments.

"I'm n-not sure if anything r-really compares with t-the strudels." Quinn replied honestly once the question was directed to her. It wasn't flattery of any sort: it was just her truthful opinion. "B-But, I'm sure the c-cake is exquisite t-too." Quinn mused, mulling it over.

Calli's voice put a name to the face: CC Pepper. Quinn filed away this tidbit of knowledge for later, since she didn't want to seem rude by not calling the chef by name.

"N-No, Calli. We all m-met when S-Shirley was f-following me a-around, Bob t-the centaur w-was bothering u-us and that d-demon guy came o-out of nowhere. O-Oh, and w-when I first got my abilities. T-That I'm horrid a-at. Exhibit A-A: That singing f-flower."

Quinn remembered that first meeting with Sam and those other friends like Scythe long ago. She vaguely remembered a Harry as well, conferring with her while she had been briefly plagued with a shattered shoulder. Or was it an arm...? It had been such a long time sot, she hardly remembered.

She still remembered being stuffed in a duffel bag, though. Quinn didn't remember how she had escaped and she also didn't really want to know. It probably hadn't been pretty.