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[ Mimsy's House ]

Lucky's willingness to accept her invitation was a very fortunate thing, considering the great efforts and preparations that Mimsy had gone through to acknowledge and celebrate his birthday in the best possible way. Maintaining (what she perceived to be) the position of an ideal family member was always important, but was especially so now.

She had, by now, observed a notable uptick in several worrying categories of attention, and was holding out some hope that he had not.

When he arrived, the door would be open for him. The air surrounding the house smelled sweet, and the source of it was immediately obvious upon stepping inside: over a dozen cakes of varying sizes, shapes, and colors awaited him - as did his sister, whose head-to-toe black and white contrasted heavily with all of the more celebratory tones around her.

"Hello!" The greeting was so cheerful that she might have practiced it. "Happy birthday!"

[ mimsy's house ]

Orientation aside, Lucky had been even more hermit-like than usual, hiding from anyone and everyone, even Mimsy. He had definitely not been keeping track of the calendar since waking up from the strange collective nightmare that was the Dusk. The experience had changed him. And not in the deep and metaphorical sense that most people would probably use the phrase to describe.

No, he had changed. Literally. By aging over a decade in a single moment. And staying that way. Lucky stood somewhat paralyzed just in Mimsy's doorway for a moment as he realized he would have to now add another year to that estimate. He looked paler than usual, somehow, as he counted the cakes with a long glance. Cold laughter echoed at the back of his mind, which he refused to acknowledge for the time being.

But eventually he realized how horrified he must have looked, and tried to put on a more pleasant expression. It was really more of a grimace than anything else when he tried to smile back. But Mimsy had clearly gone through a lot of trouble on his behalf, and he could wait to wallow in self-pity again as soon until he got back to his dorm. There would be plenty of time for that later. A whole other 365 days, he reminded himself bitterly. "Wow, Mimsy, you... didn't need to do all of... this."

"Where's Peter?" he asked, maybe a little too insistently, as he tried to change the subject. "You... can't bake this many cakes and not invite him, too, right?"

[in front of 213]

They are wrapped in newspaper. Two are small rectangles, one is long and cylindrical. Nothing fancy, just two bathmats (beige color) and one larger throw rug (light green). Housewarming gifts from Sherry.