Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150825165611/@comment-25686329-20150829154239

Ticktania accepted the box of treats with an eager hand and instantly took out a hard caramel and popped it into her mouth.

Amazing.

"Oh, dear glory, Sweetie, these are superb! You are quite thoughtful!" She said, stumbling over the words for a moment. She wasn't great with PR, but these were, after all, her friends, and she hoped that the message was not lost in her superflous word choice.

Next she unwrapped the present given to her by Annabelle. Looking within the box, she found a t-shirt for the band Fall Out Book, and let out a very un-detective girly squeal of delight.

She wrapped Annabelle into a hug. "Ugh, you people are making me feel too bloody special... Thank you so very much."

Then came the new girl.

"Sabine Salu." Ticktania said automatically after a brief glance. "I deduced as much from the purple streaks in your hair and the scars and nics around your visage and clothes. I figure a girl with hair like that and sword marks to spare ought to be Ever After's own Black Knight that I've heard students talk about. That said, I do recall receiving a letter about your destiny, something about a proposition you had. Are you here to inquire about that, or are you here to spell-ebrate? Oh, yes, and in answer to your first question, I'm fine, by the way."

Ticktania turned to Minuette. "It smells positively stupendous! I fear that to eat it would be a crime, removing such a masterpeice from the world...! But then again..." She giggled slightly and took some icing off the cake with her finger, licking it off. Glory, that was good baking.

Ticktania's MirrorPhone buzzed with a hext, which read as follows:

 Dick, 

 Happy Birthday 

 - Annalog 

It was Ticktania's sister's standard birthday greeting, and while unsentimental, she wouldn't want it any other way. She smiled down at the phone. Family.

She returned her phone to her pocket and looked at the people around her.

With a laugh, and a flourish that was almost making fun of herself, she assumed her 'deduction pacing' as if she was in the midst of a case. She was trying not to smile, and failing. "Now, at this point we have two choices; we can choose to eat this cake now, or perhaps we can go out and enjoy ourselves for a bit, save this for later. I myself am partial to both courses of action. Your thoughts?"