Re: Savannah/G
Savannah grinned. "Yes, with the cake. I wasn't sure what the protocol was when it comes. to being appointed an agent, but I figured that you can never go wrong with cake, and I want pictures with you and Marty. Well, and Sam and the rest, but this is for you and Marty, my two wonderful men." She squeezed his arm. "I'm sorry about Monday. I know I screwed it up, so I thought I'd try again. This should be even better. There's food and drinks."
She stepped closer and hugged him tight. "I sort of had to. This is what you do for family. We support each other and we make each other happy, we do nice things for each other, and you are my family." She kissed his cheek, before taking a step back, just enough that she could look at him comfortably without letting go. "We'll need lots of pictures, and one day, you can show your grandchildren how you and their daddy became agents the same day, and the very unprofessional cakes that you got to celebrate, and how you aren't allowed to criticize the drawing skills of her mother, but it was this or nothing, because I couldn't find a bakery that makes overnight cakes for secret agencies," she said, still smiling, and hoping that her rambling was helping because G looked ten years younger than her and completely lost at the moment. "Do you want to go somewhere for a few minutes? Marty knows better than to let anyone cut the cakes before I take those pictures." She hugged him again. "It's just one of the many gifts you'll get, G. You have us now."