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[Edgar will be abruptly woken early on the morning of his birthday by someone banging on his door. Should he choose to answer he'll be greeted by a grinning Ren balancing both a covered tray on one hand and a cake box in her other.]

Hey, there he is! Happy Birthday.

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"Oh, hey!" He brightens at the sight of her, and then even more at the sight of the cake box. "Max tell you it was my birthday?"

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"Oh aye, he let me help out with makin' y'cake and everything." To Max's credit he had barely broken a sweat at letting Ren massacre his beautiful creation with her far more armature assistance. "Which is why I'm playin' delivery girl."

"C'mon, let me in, I brought you breakfast and a present."

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He's already stepping aside to let Ren into the room, holding the door until she's through.

"A present too? Getting spoiled here, I am."

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"Shut your face, you only get your birthday once a year." Ren shot back playfully. "Wait 'til you see it to decide if y'getting spoilt or not. For all you know, it could be an arsekickin'."

"I didn't know what you'd fancy for breakfast so I got you a bit of everything." She noted, setting down the covered tray on a side table and setting down the cake box next to it. "I helped t'decorate the cake." She proudly announced.

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"If you got me an arsekicking for my birthday," he says, closing the door and following her over to the table, "it'd be the best arsekicking I ever got, I know that much."

He beams at her announcement. "Do I get to look at it now, or not til after breakfast?"

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"Yeah, yeah, have a look while I sort this." Ren confirmed as she started to set up the various items she had picked up for breakfast. And while she was at it she would put a small wrapped box on the table with it.

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She doesn't have to ask him twice; he's already reaching for the cake box to flip up the lid.

And yes, he completely misses the smaller wrapped box in his focus on the revealed birthday cake.

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What was important to know about Edgar's birthday cake was that it had been made with the best of intentions and a very amateur skill level. And it was supposed to be a hedgehog.

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His first reaction to the sight of his cake is an inarticulate startled yelp; his second is full-throated, staggering, teary-eyed laughter.

"What the fuck is it, I love it," he manages after a few moments.

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His first reaction had caused Ren to look over in alarm. But the laughter made her grin bashfully. "It's a hedgehog cake." She answered, coming over to view it with him. "It's meant t'look like a hedgehog."

It looked more like someone had melted a hedgehog. "Max made the cake proper, so, that's definitely edible." But the more Edgar laughed, the more she had to resist the urge to laugh along with him. "Look, I ain't never iced a cake before, it was harder then I thought it was going to be."

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"It's perfect," he declares, and throws an arm around her. "Best hedgehog cake I ever saw. I dunno what the fuck a hedgehog even is, but this is definitely the best."

If she'll let him, he's going to lean forward and plant a smacking kiss on her forehead.

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Ren felt the backs of her ears burn at the praise. She was getting one of those weird stomach flips that she felt sometimes and for the first time she was actually able to place what it was when she felt herself grin at him. Shit. There was a difference between being into someone and getting smitten over them.

Whatever. It wasn't going to hurt anything.

"Hedgehogs are animals." She explained. "People normally think they're cute." She definitely thought they were cute. "This one's clearly been on the piss though." She noted with a laugh.

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"Poor hedgehog," he says, still laughing a little. "Looks like it's seen some shite. What're the spikey bits made of?"

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"Aye, he's been in the wars." Ren agreed, taking her ribbing with good grace. "It's chocolate biscuit sticks."

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"Do we take em out first, or what?" He's reaching for one of the biscuit sticks even as he asks; if she doesn't tell him not to, he'll pluck it out, and then a second one for her.

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Nothing was going to hurt if the Demon Hedgehog lost a few of it's spikes. "Cheers." Ren tapped her stick against his. "Happy Birthday, Eddie."

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"And happy New Year to you," he agrees, grinning.

Cronch. Eating something sweet is a much better way to celebrate getting older, all things considered.

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"Aye, not long to Imbolic now." She nodded in agreement.

But on that note, she would shoo him away from the cake. "Breakfast first b'fore you start makin' doe eyes at the cake. You'll do y'self no good eating too much sweet on an empty stomach."

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"Right, right." He's perfectly happy to let her fuss him into eating breakfast instead of cake, and lifts the cover on the tray with barely even a token face-making of protest.

(Odds are good that whatever's for breakfast, he'll be as happy with that as with cake. Even the simplest of food still delights him, most of the time.)

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Some instincts - fussing over people by making them eat - couldn't be ignored.

Ren took a seat. "Oh yeah, your present is on the table too." She mentioned. And sure enough there was a wrapped box with his present inside. "I made it. Well, the forgemaster made it 'nd let me do the heavy work. But, I helped."

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There's mostly meat and fruit on the breakfast tray, which suits Edgar just fine. He pauses mid-chew as Ren points out the wrapped box, makes a muffled exclamation, and hastily chews and swallows before saying "You got me a present and a cake?"

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"It's your birthday." Ren rolled her eyes in mock-exasperation. Okay, so, she had grown up with a relatively charmed childhood by Garou standards, a little rough around the edges but with two parents who adored her and wanted the best for her. And that involved getting well spoilt on your birthday. "Don't go spouting any stupidity about the cake bein' a present, 'cos it's not. Besides, I didn't get you nothin' for Yule, so, this can count for that too."

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"Oh, not complaining, am I?" He takes a few more hasty bites to finish the chop, puts down the bone, hurriedly wipes his greasy fingers on his jeans, and reaches for the little wrapped box.

What's inside actually silences him for several seconds, eyes wide.

"It's a ... a ring?"

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"Yeah, it's a Claddagh Ring. Why?"

The significance of giving a ring to another person was slightly lost on Ren. Probably for the best.

"They're traditional back home. Most lads 'nd lasses from our part of the world get them when they turn adult. You're a few years past that now but I didn't see any harm in givin' you one."