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[originallutece]

Rosalind Lutece

Doctor of physics, professor at Recollé University.

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[daemonized]

Don't-

[god]

Don't round me up as if those two years between myself and forty do not exist. I am not there yet, and still far too young to be anyone's grandfather.

[originallutece]

[She has to duck her head to stifle her laugh; her fingers press against her mouth for a few seconds, but soon she's glancing back up at him.]

Did I hit a sore spot?

[daemonized]

No.

[Yes.]

As I said, I would just appreciate it if I'm not so hurriedly rushed out of my thirties by others.

[originallutece]

Poor Ardyn! I'm terribly sorry I rounded up, what can I do to make it better?

[daemonized]

I know that you’re in inwardly laughing at me. But what you can do is merely never round me up again.

[originallutece]

I'm most certainly not. And I'll do my best, Ardyn, but I don't look forward to the sulking when you really do hit forty.

[But speaking of birthdays--]

Are your nephews throwing you a party, by the way, or was that mere idle speculation on Togusa's part?

[daemonized]

[He doesn't sulk! He won't sulk. Gosh, Ros.]

A party? [He blinks in vague surprise.] I wouldn't put it past them, but at the same time, they've not mentioned anything of the sort. I see no reason to make a spectacle of the day, regardless.

[originallutece]

Indeed.

[Straight up she let her last birthday pass without mention, so she feels him on this.]

Though I'd be remiss in not giving you something to mark the occasion. Is there anything you're particularly eager for?

[daemonized]

Not at all.

[Even he does need or want something (scarves, Rosalind. Always scarves.), Ardyn is one of Those People. The sort impossible to buy a gift for, because they will tell you that they have everything they need, and there is absolutely no need to go to the trouble of buying them anything.]

A "Happy Birthday, Dearest Friend in All the World" would not go amiss, though.

[originallutece]

[She gives him a Look.]

We go through this every year, Ardyn.

[daemonized]

[Just that little grin of his in return.]

So then you really should stop wasting your breath, Rosalind.

[originallutece]

[No she just keeps going, it's like he hadn't even spoken]

And every year, I have to run around and try and figure this out on my own, when you could very simply tell me what you want, and I know you do want things, because you're just as human as the rest of us.