AND AFTER ALL THIS TIME, I'M STILL INTO YOU / open, cake

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"Happy birthday, my love," came the soft and warm voice of Suiteheart. A smile decorated her snowy features as she took a seat beside her wife. This was one of her most favorite days of the year. She had not been able to spend Marg's last birthday with her, so being beside her now meant the world. She settled down, laying on her stomach as she looked from her wife to the cake and back again. It was stunning, really. Her wife had always been so talented, and Suite was glad to see Margaery hadn't lost her touch. She knew baking made the other happy, so she was overjoyed Margy could continue making herself feel nice.

She was radiating happiness. Hell, she had been ever since she woke up this morning. "I think you've outdone yourself. I just wish you could have some," she said, the tiniest of frowns finding her lips. Poor Margy could only consume blood. Anything else was a death sentence, and Suite certainly did not want to see that happen.
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