"Don't mention it." Mab nods at the box. "It's a kind of demon (http://www.auburn.edu/~smith01/notes/maxdem.htm), I think. We were using it to annoy some physicists, but they died..." She looks wistful. "...and we just had it knocking about taking up space. I imagine you can find some sort of use for it."
Ignoring the other inhabitants of the room, she wanders over to the cakes (leaving a sad little trail of falling leaves behind her) and begins poking her fingers into the slices. "Why do you humans celebrate birthdays, anyway?" she calls back. "You're just getting older. Are you looking forward to dying or something?"
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Date: 2008-10-23 12:25 am (UTC)Ignoring the other inhabitants of the room, she wanders over to the cakes (leaving a sad little trail of falling leaves behind her) and begins poking her fingers into the slices. "Why do you humans celebrate birthdays, anyway?" she calls back. "You're just getting older. Are you looking forward to dying or something?"