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[ So today is a certain daughter of Hecate's birthday, and a certain boyfriend of hers has been working on how they should celebrate that. The most obvious thing? A cake, which he has been collaborating with some of the nymphs to make a reality. Sometime after lunch is when the big reveal happens, and they bring it up to Natalie's table with bright grins.

It's... a relatively plain cake, compared to the one she'd had made for Leo's birthday. There are colors swirled in icing, blues and purples with runes dancing over the surface of it in glowing green - what they mean, or how they're glowing, Leo isn't entirely certain, but it looks awesome. His particular contributions was a little fog machine meant to emulate the Mist, the little clouds hugging the layers of the cake but not hiding it entirely. Oh, and the pair of lit torches in lieu of candles, sized down to fit.

And there's another surprise he's put into this, but hopefully that won't be revealed until he's ready. ]

Happy birthday, Nat!

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[ Natalie sits, knees bent, digging her heels into the sand. She kisses his cheek. ]

Really good. This is better than a party.

That's what I thought. [ Proud of himself for that one. ] You've never been much of a party person.

You know me so well.

[ It's almost a scary thought, opening yourself enough to let someone in. She feels so comfortable with him, though, so it can't possibly be all that bad.

She forks a piece of cake and chews, closing her eyes and lifting her face to the sun. ]

I'd hope so. You are my girlfriend, or something like that.

[ Yep, he's pretty sure that's how it works. Nat probably knows him better than most people, too - the only exceptions being Dany or Piper. ]

How long have we even been dating?

[ Wolfgang crawls down her arm to get to the cake and Natalie switches hands, letting him wind around her arm. She bursts out laughing. ]

Since my birthday, so... [ He pauses to count. ] Six months?

[ He laughs at the polecat. ] Maybe we should have gotten him a slice, too.

I need to do research on the care and keeping of polecats but - little guy, I don't think that's safe for you.

[ She smiles to herself as she stretches her legs out, balancing the plate on her thighs while she tries to cradle her pet again. ]

Six months, huh.

I think it's mostly okay as long as it's not chocolate and he only gets a little. [ But what does he know? He's never had a pet.

Leo looks out over the beach, watching the waves with a small smile. ] Doesn't feel like it's been that long.

I know. Thanks for putting up with me.

[ Walking Hallmark card, this one. ]

[ He snorts, looking back at her with a grin. ] C'mon, Nat, you're not the one who can go up in flames at any given time. If anything, I should be thanking you, but that would be totally cheesy.

[ It's possible she has it in her to go up in flames but there are several anchors that keep her from completely self destructing. Her smile turns crooked and fond and less shy. She merely shakes her head. ]

Hey, it hasn't happened in months! At least I'm getting better at it. [ Though Valentine's Day was a close call. Whatever, as long as he doesn't burn Natalie, he'll be happy enough. ]

When was the last time it happened? [ As far as she knows, it was forever ago. And the last time she actually saw him do it because of her was probably the infamous dance. ]

[ His brow furrows as he thinks about it. If they want to get technical, Leo did set something on fire in February - his pillow - but that was done deliberately so he wouldn't set everything on fire. At least if he does it of his own will, he can (mostly) control it.

But when was the last time he'd lost it? ] I don't really remember. Maybe on that last quest? Or right after the Red Room got in camp. [ ...And took Dany's dragons and he made that oath and only realized later what that meant. But it's Natalie's birthday, and Leo doesn't want to bring that up again. He settles for a shrug. ] I was telling Dany the other day that I'm probably overdue for it, so.

Someone needs to get you fireproof clothes. Just in case - or at least fireproof bed sheets?

[ She tries to joke; that's another thing they very much have in common. Carefully, she rests Wolfgang on her shoulder again so she can finish her cake. ]

[ Leo ducks his head at that, trying not to spit out the cake he's chewing as he laughs. ]

Fireproof sheets might be a good idea. I don't usually burn my clothes if I'm paying attention. [ Though there have been a few interesting experiences in the forges... ]

You, like, don't burn your sheets because you're thinking of me, right?

[ She just laughs because what an idea. With a wave of her hand, she makes her now empty plate disappear. ]

[ He manages to swallow and gives her a curious look. ] What if I have?

[ Because he has. Luckily Cabin Nine has plenty of bedding to spare. ]

That sounds like some serious thinking.

[ Well, it's certainly natural but considering herself and object of that kind of thinking just makes the bottom of her stomach drop. W h y ? ]

[ Shrug. ] I try not to be too serious. Sometimes you can't help it.

[ Like when your girlfriend is really pretty and amazing and altogether way too hot to be legal. ]

[ Her voice, which normally sits on the lower part of her register, rises to a higher but softer pitch. She's unsure. ]

Are you imp - do you ever just want .... ?

[ Words are hard. Let her just focus on pettjbg Wolfgang's tiny head, poking through her curls. ] Never mind.

[ ...What is she trying to say. He raises an eyebrow, smile faltering as his interest is piqued. ]

Am I imp. Pretty sure I'm not a demon, but I may be wrong. [ Aunt Rosa would say so. But Natalie seriously can't expect him to leave it at that. ] Do I ever just want what?

Are you impatient to go further with me or if not impatient, do you think we're ready for .... anything else?

[ An astonishingly coherent question albeit a bit rambling, which is customary. ]

[ Oh. Leo averts his eyes, taking a breath to control his temperature before it flares while he thinks about that. ]

I, uh. I'm not really impatient, I guess? [ Maybe a little. It's not like he can control his hormones. ] And... I dunno. I guess that'd be up to you.

[ She starts winding her hair into a bun before letting it fall over her shoulders. The blush is clear on her cheeks and she chuckles nervously. ]

Well, I like making out with you.

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