WHO: Demelza Robins, Llewellyn Wynne WHEN: 30th November, 2001 WHERE: Their house WHAT: Llew doesn't get any birthday wishes RATING: PG WARNING: Language STATUS: Complete.
Demelza had shoved her worries and thoughts about all the other people in her life - and yes, that included herself - she was not an entirely selfless saint - all the way to the back of her mind for this afternoon. It was Llew's birthday, for a start, and she was determined they celebrate it somehow. And if that meant she had to bombard him with the cake she'd made as a present (because, seriously, what else did you give someone who had everything they needed and could buy anything they wanted?), she was going to do it. And maybe later, they could go out to The Brazen Unicorn where teammates and others Demelza had recalled to invite were convienently congregating for the evening. It was actually a big deal seeing as she could hardly cook to get by - not by lack of intelligence, but by zilch practice and a total disinterest in learning. Why cook when you could order take-out?
Whilst Llew was still in the lounge, she took this as the opportune moment to arrange the candles on the cake and lit them with her wand. One. Two - oooh, wait. Two didn't want to light up, for some very strange reason. She quickly replaced it, careful not to burn herself as she manouvered her fingers around the already lit candle. And three. Perfect. (Yes, she was only placing three candles on the cake - for her own personal amusement so she could tease him later.)
Gently, she collected the plate she'd iced the cake on and walked slowly out of the kitchen. "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you!" Demelza had a fair singing voice. It was more delicate than musical theatre, unlike her mother's, but she was hitting the right notes and it was pleasant to listen to - though not something she anticipated using on stage. Not her kind of thing. "Happy birthday dear Llew, happy birthday to you!"