[She snorts, loud and completely unapologetically as that mental image crops up in her head, and it turns into an amused chuckle. Though she doesn't miss the flash of sadness and what it means; it hits her, too, and she squeezes his hand.] I wouldn't put it past her. She hates me that much. [Yes Percy being taller than her is a near personal offense.]
[Then she just sort of wraps her arms around him to give him a hug, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.] Happy sort-of Birthday, Percy. I think. [Throwing his words back? Throwing his words back.]
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[Then she just sort of wraps her arms around him to give him a hug, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.] Happy sort-of Birthday, Percy. I think. [Throwing his words back? Throwing his words back.]