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backdated to June 8

[waitingforplayer2]

[ In the afternoon, a small pink box finds its way to Libbeccio. On the box is scrawled HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRISH-SAN! in colorful crayon.

Inside the box are four cupcakes of various flavors: chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, and... actually, on closer inspection, the fourth isn't a cupcake at all, but a savory cornbread muffin with cheese and jalepenos, in case Trish doesn't actually like sweets. ]

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[figlia_morbida]

[Trish is slowly making Libeccio one of her spaces. It's perhaps weird to do so, when Libeccio is built on the memories the boys shared, memories she distinctly was never part of...but that's just it, isn't it?

If she wants to fit, she has to carve that space for herself.

She was here for Giorno's birthday party in a small capacity, but now she's taking charge. Libeccio...will never be the same again anyway, and if nothing else she'll make it something they can all be proud of.

That's what she's thinking about while settled on a crate with supplies bought on Hinata's behalf. She's going through the list one more time to make sure she's got everything when Toni pops his head in and pssts. Clutched in his large, hairy hand is a little pink box. Trish blinks, but waves him over, and he deposits it next to her, then saluting her and striding back to the kitchen. He must know she likes her privacy, in so doing, because she does wait until he's gone before she picks up the box. And...okay, it's a holdover from her time as a bear, but her first instinct is to lift the box to her face so she can press her nose to it and sniff it all over. Before, she could tell who brought it – and sometimes what was inside, even! – but her mer nose disappoints her once again on identifying the sender. However, it's hard to miss the smell of food, and even harder to miss the note.

Ah-ha.

Not too many people know it's her birthday today, and even fewer would write to her in crayon. She'll have to thank Nanami later.

It's funny, too. It's like Nanami picked muffins based on the boys, although Trish doubts she knows them in a strong enough capacity to realize it. Chocolate for Giorno, strawberry for Fugo, vanilla for Abbacchio...she supposes that leaves the last one to her, and in that case, it's the one she'll try.

It's spicy. That's even funnier.

If she feels warm afterwards, surely it's because of the jalapeños. Surely.]