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Who: Soren Skwigelf and Henriette Stillman.
What: Valentine's!
When: Saturday afternoon.
Where: Wolfpack house.
Warnings: Durr.



Rather predictably, Soren loved Valentine's Day. For him, it was an excuse to do sweet things for people and not have to think up an excuse or look like a sap. No, on Valentine's Day, his normal impulses were regarded as normal by the rest of the world too, and that made him happy.

He'd told Cass about the snowboarding weekend that they were going to take and gave him a handmade card (Soren making anything with his hands was a small miracle). He'd sung Sable a song and played it for her on the guitar before giving her a long backrub. All that was left was to give Henn something he'd made her too. Well, him. Soren still thought of her as a girl even with her new equipment, if only because she would eventually turn back into a girl (he thought, he wasn't sure how the soda worked exactly).

It was a hard secret to keep, but soon he was yelling for Henn from the kitchen, a plate with a small cake in his hands. It was white cake with strawberry goo in the middle, frosted in the sickly-pink vanilla frosting that one only found around Valentine's Day. "HEEEEEENN!"