With a sudden end to the event via rampaging death ray, the entire group reconvened to have a cake and sing happy birthday. Tiffaney blew out her eleven candles amid fresh sniffles, and shortly after was put to bed by the lady herself.
"It's great that you built such a large castle, Lady Dyne. After destroying a dozen rooms, you still have a nice parlor to finish the celebration." Ivy was lounging on the couch in the lord Dynes office. There was a sense that pretense and acting had vanished between the two.
"Had to be this large, actually smaller than it needs to be, but building into solid bed rock takes time to do properly." Lady Dyne was in her chair this time, monitoring the repair crew from her office board to ensure nothing went awry.
