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The flush just made Ram chuckle, trying to wave off her embarrassment. "There's literally no reason in the world you should know me," he pointed out, "and I wouldn't stand on ceremony even if there were." When you posted a public invite to your party inviting a town full of strangers, you hardly expected everyone to fawn over you, even if it was your birthday. "So is that what made you decide to come? Rick, I mean." From everything Ram knew about his housemate, he would be entirely unsurprised if she were at his suggestion, or even here for him. He was more than persuasive enough.
The compliment to the garden, as always, brought a wide smile to his face. "Thanks. I can't take all the credit, Mom has a gift with plants that these mostly-human green fingers just can't match." He didn't resent it, not at all, even if he would love a chance to hear the music from the plants themselves, and not via Morwen as an intermediary. "Definitely a more specialised collection," he confirmed easily. "Mom infuses some of it herself. There's even one flavoured with my namesake." Or was Ram the namesake? He'd technically come second.