Lavender squeaked slightly, trying to find the best angle to kiss him without squashing the birthday cake. She wasn't about to let her good work - and, more importantly, good chocolate - go to waste. As Cormac took it from her, she pouted playfully. "A little something sweet for my sweet," she teased.
Glass of wine in hand, she was about to clink hers against his when Cormac's serious face appeared. It was one she didn't see very often, and one she wasn't particularly keen to see on his birthday of all days. Lavender frowned, suddenly concerned. "What's the matter?"