Jake and Neil and OPEN!
Alright, so.... Neil hadn't been able to get the "Happy Birthday Yeshua!" cake on such short notice as he had, but still - he was attending the party, of course; he'd promised Miss Cleo after all, and he wasn't one to break promises -- especially not ones that were reinforced by protective boyfriends making their own posts to the Network to Not Disappoint His Girl... So Neil had just brought himself, along with a small "housewarming" gift of the whole of the spice rack he'd found in that Diagon Alley place, which he'd visited only briefly, on account of his bum leg acting up. But still... he had managed to find such delights as nutmeg, and of course, mustard seeds... (Who could make something of the spice rack without any mustard seed, after all?)
At any rate, he'd presented his gift to the hostess, and then made off to sit down somewhere, after of course, picking up a little bit to eat from the delicious smelling foodstuff...
And there, of course, he found someone else who was a bit crippled by his own body defying him: Jake...! "Hallo, Jake... How's it going, tonight?" He grimaced apologetically as he made a hairy eye at the crutches - which were at least an improvement over the whole "wheelchair" business - a thought which he immediately felt guilty for, naturally enough; he was a good Catholic boy, after all...!