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[owaininglight]

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!

[flatteries]

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! ]

[owaininglight]

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!

[flatteries]

[ 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?

[owaininglight]

[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.]