h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

/Claps hands delightedly as the cake descends and stands up on ity bitty ickle tippy toes in order to get a better look. And then...

...is somewhat distracted by the appearance of Garanor's firm chin...

... but the lure of the coconut frosting proves too strong/

/Vash waits a moment while people are getting their fill and then sidles over to the cake for a slice/

Happy birthday to our hostess and friends! A toast anyone?

*mentally readjusts the count of ladies present* The cake looks delicious, but I shall help myself to more of the savouries before dessert.

I wish to propose a general toast, ladies and gentlemen, to those whose birthdays we are gathered to celebrate. We know that at least one of them is a lady, so let us toast her birthday first. I shall take the liberty, having checked her personal space, of describing her as best I can.

ahem.

To Asteroid Lil, Duchess of Munchkinstein, Community Artist, recently kidnapped and gallantly rescued by a posse of her peers!

*tosses back and holds glass out for refilling*

*aside to Holmes* One should never trust a woman who tells one her real age. A woman who would tell one that, would tell one anything.

Her Grace, the Duchess

*raises glass and drinks*

/Lady Constance takes a glass from the bot's tray and then chooses the smallest piece of cake. Any more would be greedy and a lady must never be seen as a glutton. She raises her glass, quietly joining the others present in a toast to all those celebrating on the 7th./

Happy Birthday one and all!

Yeeeehhoooooow!!!

/We can only hope that the smudge of white icing now adhering to Kitty's nose only serves to increase her charm.

Mr Wilde's toast, however, holds all her attention. She beams around at the assembled throng happily, and raises and drains her glass in the toast with enthusiastic approval./

*So does the Pooka .*
*He also takes a piece of cake, neither too big nor too small
Size of the piece of cake:
Medium.
*

Aha, my dear, you have leetle something on your nooze. Please, allow me.

*Politely and slowly reaches for Kitty's nose, wiping the icing off and onion dip on.*

Ah, no, a little bit more, perhaps I should get a serviette? Garçon!

*Takes a *

A toost! Bon birthday!

I also propose a toast, to Garius Lupus as well as our as of yet unamed friend.
/raises glass/

To and <?>!

*Plum appears to shrink under Madame Zora's harsh words. He quickly steps aside.*

Sorry, so sorry. I b-b-beg your pardon, Madame.

*Raises upon hearing the birthday toast.*

Apology is not necessary Professor! I have a bad habit of saying what is on my mind, and right now my mind is hell-bent on some punch!

*The Pooka reaches Professor Plum with one *very* big Irish leap*
Please don't let your mind be bothered by such small matters, Herr Plum. We might better talk about this pocket you have here...

*gives Madame Zora a punch - on the nose, happy to oblige*

*stashes acorn in pocket for those long, cold, dark winter evenings*

*toasts Garius Lupus and Anon*

*helps himself to a slice of cake*

Delicious!

*At the Pooka's words, Plum looks in puzzlement at his various pockets. They are rather lumpy looking.*

I always seem to be accumulating things. I d-d-don't know where they come from. For example, (reaches into breast pocket) I have this pair of dice. I have no idea why.

Would you like to have them?

Yes, thank you very much.

*The best way to divert a Pooka's attention is to give him dices. He's then busy sorting the even numbers from the odds for a while.

Hmmm, 2 - ok

3 - no, odd

4? hmm divided by 2 gives .. 2 ! ok

etc.

*Helps himself to a slice of while the Pooka is distracted.*

Mmmmmmm.

*drinks to the right Honourable Garius Lupus, whose taste in clothes he has long admired, and to the mystery entity*

*heads back to the buffet table to have some of the roast beef and potato salad, an American creation that he fell in love with during his lecture tour*