“…When did she fall asleep?”
“Somewhere between talk of melting crayons and food.”
“Maybe we oughta call it a night then. You mind keeping an eye on her while I clean up and douse the fire?”
“I can help if—”
“Nah. It’s your birthday. Just relax.”
“If you say so.”
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“Thanks again for the cake and company.”
“No problem. I’ll tell her you said thanks when she wakes up. You okay to get home on your own?”
“Yes, I’ll be fine. Good night.”
“Night, happy birthday again… Come on, sleepyhead.”
