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[daughterofursa]

[This post is text for two reasons: one, Zuko feels a little awkward making this sort of announcement, and two, Kizuna can't read.]

I have a favor to ask.

Most of you know my daughter Kizuna. She's just turned a year old.

Ozuma's recovered enough now, we can take time to celebrate. I could use some help making some Fire Nation dishes. And decorating. You know, party things.

[Whatever... party things are...? She's sure someone will know.]

I want to make this special for her.

Thanks.

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(sorry if this is super confusing, lol)

[justribbing]

[ Sans feels inexplicably... weird. Uncomfortable. Like he's trying to enter unfamiliar territory. And, like most uncomfortable, awkward moments, the skeleton's all too happy to ignore it in favor of finding an entertaining distraction. Peeking at the network finds this announcement from Zuko.

In turn, she may end up finding her own thoughts wandering towards his own experiences throwing his beloved brother a birthday party, albeit translated through the lens of her own experiences, swapping out Sans for Zuko, Papyrus for Kizuna. Familial fondness feels about the same. ]

* hey, a birthday party. sounds nice.

[ (Kizuna) was dead on (her) birthday, so (you) gave (her) yours. Everyone came, including (Sans), when (you) asked (him) to come without really expecting much. (He) was kind to.

What do you mean it was the other way around? ]

I think it's supposed to be? lol

[daughterofursa]

[There's a strange feeling of.. nostalgia? that goes through her shortly after making the post. As if she's done this before, thrown someone a birthday party. She hasn't. She was too young to remember Azula's first birthday.

And a funny thought. A thought that should come with more unease than it does. Kizuna is fine. Always has been.

Zuko frowns in confusion, but before she can think too much on it, her phone makes a noise. Better to just dismiss it.]

That's the idea.

Want to help?

[Sans should know about this stuff. And maybe... it would be good for him?

His shadow couldn't harm her, but she doesn't know where it might have succeeded.]

[justribbing]

[ It's... weird. He'd rather just lay low, wait for the fallout from the last few weeks to settle down, but he... really wants to? It's a peculiar mix of obligation and a sense of pride in something that exists outside of his bubble of personal space.

Maybe it's something he ate. ]

* why not? i'll be party to your shenanigans.
* for a good cause, anyway. know what you're doin'?

[ No-- he gets the strangest impression she could use a hand with this. It'd be a nice change from the gray area he exists in, lately, just sort of coasting along. ]

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[freedom_engineer]

Would you object if I were to make her a fire toy?

I was thinking a figurine that you can fill with oil, or make it hold small fireworks.

Just something she can set on fire to her heart's delight.

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[daughterofursa]

[Oh it's Colin.

...asking her permission to make her daughter a toy.

It even sounds like something Kizuna would like.]

As long as it's safe for her.

[freedom_engineer]

I can promise it will be as safe as any flame.

[Because he's not about to promise that FIRE will be 100% safe.]

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[concasse]

[wait wait wait Sanji knows the answer to this question.

It's him.]

Zuko-chwaaaaaaan~! ♥♥♥

Allow your gallant knight to assist in the feast~!

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[daughterofursa]

You mean with the cooking, right? There shouldn't be any fighting.

[What do knights have to do with it.]

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[concasse]

[Sweetheart, that was a--

... Y'know what? Nah, not gonna comment on that. God but he loves Zuko's straightforwardness]

Yes, with the cooking~! Whatever dish your heart desires, I swear to recreate it to perfection~! 😘

[satanslash]

kizunachan's birthday? (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

i wanna help!

[Last month was hell. There's food again, though, and Rin can cook normally once more. That's the perfect distraction for what happened to him with the shadows.]

[daughterofursa]

[What the hell is she looking at.]

I don't think that translated right.

Sanji wants to help cook, too. Is that okay?

[Considering how super weird he acts around......... no, Rin is a boy, never mind.]

[satanslash]

its an emoji! ( ﾉ^ω^)ﾉﾟ and yeah that's fine we've met before

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[springlocking]

[It takes her a moment, but she remembers. Kizuna - the adorable little critter who she met along with Zuko when she arrived! Yes, she remembers.]

I'd be glad to help.

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[daughterofursa]

Are you good at decorating?

[springlocking]

[...ah.

Yeah, that's what you get for jumping in impulsively, isn't it. She gives this a bit more thought before responding, this time.]

Not sure about that, but I could probably help with putting decorations up and so on.

[generalflirt]

So we're looking forward to a lot of spice, huh!

[ That's what he recalls from those cultural festivals... but then, different iterations, it could be different. He hums a little, and... a year old, huh. ]

What about games? She got any favorite pastimes?

[daughterofursa]

You've had Fire Nation food?

I don't know many games. She likes things she can pick up and carry around.

[And then stash in places Zuko doesn't know about.]

[generalflirt]

Fire Flakes and a few other things - Luceti had a cultural fair to show off people's worlds and nations, so naturally Aang-kun got really involved in it. And *naturally* that meant his friends were too.

[ "Including Zuko-kun" goes unsaid in that. ]

Well then I guess shogi's out!

[ It was always out, of course. ]

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[akito]

[ he doesn't know much about little children - he was technically never that young before himself, which doesn't help - but knows that there were small things that kept him happy in his earliest memories... ]

Does she have a soft stuffed toy? Like a doll?

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[daughterofursa]

No, she's never had anything like that.

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[akito]

I will try to make one! What kind of animals does she like best? And is she allergic to feathers?

[wildcardpotential]

Aww, a birthday! That's so exciting!

I would love to help cook some things, if you don't mind sharing the recipes! Or we could make some decorations, I know there's paper to be found at least...

[Never mind that she's still recovering from a stab wound and then being repeatedly kicked in said stab wound.]

[daughterofursa]

I've got two cooks already but I could use help decorating.

[Is decorating less strenuous?]

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[robodorable]

Coming up with a thing now.

Oh, that reminds me! When's your birthday, master?

[Six seconds later]

Sorry about using the 'm' word

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[daughterofursa]

A thing?

You don't need to know my birthday.

[She's wary of this question, don't throw her a party.]