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Birthday Party for Laura/X-23

It's a pretty low-key party, all things considered, and not significantly different than the one Parker or Meg would have thrown in a dorm room for a friend at home, not-exactly-traditional menu not withstanding.

There's music, low enough to talk over (and maybe with a little more folk in the mix than one expects to find a party). Balloons and streamers in purple and blue and red. A place to leave presents. People to meet or catch up with.

And, most importantly, a chance to wish X-23 (or Laura) a very happy birthday.

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Ingress is not stealing any icing roses... mostly because there are none to steal! The root beer floats are nummy, though, and there are lots of nice people to talk to here.

Such as the one who has just quietly appeared behind her.

Castiel has wondered about the little girl since their last meeting. He is glad to see that she looks happy.

"Hello, Ingress."

"You look well."

"Hi Castiel," she says, beaming up at him. "It's a fun party! I love birthday parties. Don't you?"

She gets a small smile in return.

"It is a nice party," he says.

"I have not been to one before."

He probably doesn't know enough about birthday parties to claim to love them. But this one is pleasant enough.

"Really??? I'm glad you came, then. Maybe you can come to my birthday party, too, in May. I'll be ten."

"I would be happy to."

No doubt about it. Stepping out of Heaven on occasion does wonders for one's social calendar.

"What are you drinking?" he asks curiously, looking at the odd mixture in the glass.

"It's a root beer float." She shows him. "See? It's ice cream in the glass, and then you pour the root beer over it. It's good."

"Very inventive."

Humans have developed the ability to do some amazing things with food.

"I thought ice cream came in cones."

"Oh, it does. But you can have ice cream in lots of different ways. Is there not ice cream in heaven?"

Ooh. If not, then that is sad, sad, sad.

"We do not eat."

That would be a 'no.'

At least, not for angels.

"Oh. I'm so sad for you."

Castiel looks at her quizzically.

"Why?" he asks.

"Because you don't have ice cream! It's the best thing to eat in the whole world."

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Elle hasn't decided whether or not to have a root beer float yet. She might be wondering if anyone would notice if she just filled a glass with ice cream.

But she sees the blue-haired girl, wanders over to her.

Curious: "You like them?" Elle really can't remember whether she'd had root beer floats when she was younger.

"I do! Shakes are still the best, but floats are yummy, too."

"Yeah."

To the part about shakes, anyway.

"X probably thinks they're too sweet."

"I wonder why people don't like sweet things. Door and I love chocolate but Tom never eats it. It's so good, though."

She shrugs one shoulder.

"Maybe she didn't have them a lot."

"She never got to pretend for fun, either. That's kind of sad."

Beat.

"It is?"

She remembers doing that, but only very, very vaguely. Her father wasn't into 'pretend' games.

"I think so. I get to pretend for fun all the time and it's- fun, you know?"

Maybe Elle doesn't know. She talks a little bit like Laura sometimes.

"Do you? I mean, when you were little, did you play games and laugh and pretend to be a princess and stuff?"

"I don't -"

But that's not how she wants to say it.

"Maybe. Before I.... Just for a while."

Wow. Angels who don't get ice cream, friends who don't pretend for fun. Ingress is feeling pretty lucky all of a sudden, and her life hasn't been all hugs and puppies.

"You and Laura should come to my house for a tea party. Then we can all play and pretend."

Pause.

"Why would it be pretend?"

Don't you just... drink tea at a tea party?

"Because you have to dress up. I have lots and lots of dress up clothes."