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Your words were lost to time, the moment I laid eyes on such a cake... You know, granting it the shape of a sword without any true form is quite misleading...!

[He says as he goes to wipe his hands on a cloth.]

I'd gladly tell you tales of the compatriots I've made thus far! But you are right... It is best for them to not witness me in a moment like this. And a simpler, smaller celebration between kin? That feels right for this occasion.

[ Inigo huffs a little bit. ]

What, are you really enjoying having a birthday party with only me and you here?

It is not ideal, but it is sufficient. [He says while patting his hand on Inigo's shoulder. Which still has some cake on it.]

We're all we have of our home here, after all!

[He doesn't see the need to make a big fuss about this one - even if Haru will later make him wish he had thought otherwise!]

[ You know what? He has a shoulder with cake smeared on it, but-- he'll take it. There are worse things in life. He won't even whine and complain about it, which is clearly a grand gesture coming from Inigo of all people.

Though he will say: ]

Gods, Owain, you at least could have given me a compliment beyond 'sufficient.' [ Please, Inigo, as if you don't wither in the face of every single compliment you get. ]

.. but.. you know. I'm glad you like it all the same.

Ah, Inigo, my cousin! [He smiles and shakes his head while patting his shoulder a few more times.]

You know I seek not to besmirch your name. I could easily sing your praises, though it would be more appropriate to do so on your own day of birth. But rest assured, I am teeming with gratitude at what you have done for me on this day. Truly and sincerely, I feel appreciated, and celebrated.

[He steps back towards the cake. ...And draws his sword.]

Now, I believe the time has come for the cutting of this cake!

Are you really--

[ The words are a little mumbled, considering that Inigo is still kind of embarrassed about what he said a moment ago.. That kind of feeling doesn't go away so easily for him!

But he quits his mumbled exasperation halfway through at the sight of Owain's sword. Instead he just takes a few steps backwards - perhaps to be out of any cake splash range - before he says: ]

You know what? It's your birthday.

[ And Naga knows that Inigo is not going to be able to stop Owain. No one can. He's a force of nature! Sword nature! ]

Indeed it is, and thank you for recognizing it, my cousin! With that...

[He holds his sword above the cake and focuses.]

Rite of the sacred birth! Confectionary cut: slice of justice!!

[With that, he brings his sword down upon the cake several times, cutting it into several pieces! ...While splashing frosting all over the place.]

A battle well fought... [He licks some frosting that ended up around his mouth.] Victory has ne'er tasted sweeter!

[ Inigo is so glad that he knows Owain well enough to have gotten out of the splash zone a moment ago. He's thankfully free from all the frosting that's all over Owain now.. Though there's likely some on the walls to clean up later.

But it's still better than getting it all over him! ]

Owain, when it's my birthday, I'd like for you to note what mess I'm not making then and learn from it, alright?

[He laughs.]

Your words are a riddle, my cousin! Rest assured, I'll make sure that your own birthday is celebrated in quite the neat and tidy affair. As is your nature! But now, come and claim your portion!

[He grins while offering a sloppily-sliced piece on a plate.]

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