Asta stood on the tips of her footpaws atop the bar of the Thorn in the Side, paws reaching to affix the homemade, painted cloth banner on a forged hook hammered into the ceiling joists.
"Got it!" she cried triumphantly. "Does that look straight?" She turned to the beasts assembled in the tavern for confirmation of her success.
The banner read "Happy Birthday, Caden" in neat, curling script of purple, splashes of red flowers dotted around the letters. Several tables had been pushed together to make a long table in the center of the room, which was decorated with vases of gold and purple flowers. The tavern itself was empty of patrons save for those invited to the small party. Asta and Daniil had been careful to cover their tracks the past several weeks as they planned the event for Caden's birthday, and it seemed the marten was still none-the-wiser.
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The marten in question had taken some coercing by Daniil to leave their home early that evening.
"I do appreciate that you would take me out to dinner," he said to the todd as they walked through the Trenches. "But given how things seem to go for us whenever we go out, I'm somewhat worried we're pushing our luck, even if we are going to Kaden's tavern. Besides, Asta is gone for the evening, which would give us the run of the house, and all that can entail."
He gave the fox a suggestive smile and lift of his brows, though refrained from any physical contact that would be too indicative of the nature of their relationship.
"Got it!" she cried triumphantly. "Does that look straight?" She turned to the beasts assembled in the tavern for confirmation of her success.
The banner read "Happy Birthday, Caden" in neat, curling script of purple, splashes of red flowers dotted around the letters. Several tables had been pushed together to make a long table in the center of the room, which was decorated with vases of gold and purple flowers. The tavern itself was empty of patrons save for those invited to the small party. Asta and Daniil had been careful to cover their tracks the past several weeks as they planned the event for Caden's birthday, and it seemed the marten was still none-the-wiser.
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The marten in question had taken some coercing by Daniil to leave their home early that evening.
"I do appreciate that you would take me out to dinner," he said to the todd as they walked through the Trenches. "But given how things seem to go for us whenever we go out, I'm somewhat worried we're pushing our luck, even if we are going to Kaden's tavern. Besides, Asta is gone for the evening, which would give us the run of the house, and all that can entail."
He gave the fox a suggestive smile and lift of his brows, though refrained from any physical contact that would be too indicative of the nature of their relationship.