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Who: Zelda, Maxwell. ALSO ON THE INVITE LIST: Jeff, Tony, Lash, Vashta, Meta Knight. Feel free to join in or not join in!
What: A very Maxy Birfday Party
When: Saturday, February 27th.
Where: A little tea shop downtown.
Rating: Everyone is prim and proper here. Except Lash. So.
Better late than never.
Zelda was usually pretty good about keeping track of birthdays, but she'd been busier than usual, and although she'd made note of the date, she didn't have time to actually do anything about it until now.
It was no secret that she loved the teaching assistant staff, and seeing as she was Maxwell's resident assistant counterpart, the least she could do was arrange some sort of birthday get-together. It really was the least she could do.
He may have thought it was trouble, but it certainly wasn't. She'd sent out invitations the day before--to his friends from Snow Wood, to Lash, at his request, and to the other TAs. Whether they'd choose to attend was yet to be seen, but at the very least, she'd have a nice afternoon with the birthday boy and tea.
And tiny little sandwiches.
What: A very Maxy Birfday Party
When: Saturday, February 27th.
Where: A little tea shop downtown.
Rating: Everyone is prim and proper here. Except Lash. So.
Better late than never.
Zelda was usually pretty good about keeping track of birthdays, but she'd been busier than usual, and although she'd made note of the date, she didn't have time to actually do anything about it until now.
It was no secret that she loved the teaching assistant staff, and seeing as she was Maxwell's resident assistant counterpart, the least she could do was arrange some sort of birthday get-together. It really was the least she could do.
He may have thought it was trouble, but it certainly wasn't. She'd sent out invitations the day before--to his friends from Snow Wood, to Lash, at his request, and to the other TAs. Whether they'd choose to attend was yet to be seen, but at the very least, she'd have a nice afternoon with the birthday boy and tea.
And tiny little sandwiches.
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"Those are very tiny. And lacking a crust."
Her mind was blown.