"Well, just for tonight. Since you're a prince and all," I tell him. Bittle doesn't seem to take pause at the champagne, and I'm relieved. Important moments just need a toast, is all. I fill each of the glasses halfway, pausing slightly when he makes the robot comment. It stings a little, but that's mostly my fault. I didn't really make the greatest impression on him at first.
"I'm trying," I say after a moment, setting my glass down and working it into the sand so that it won't tip and picking up my plate of food instead. "I wanted you to have a nice birthday."
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Date: 2016-05-21 01:17 am (UTC)"I'm trying," I say after a moment, setting my glass down and working it into the sand so that it won't tip and picking up my plate of food instead. "I wanted you to have a nice birthday."