thanks for not dying so you can see my kids turn one

Sparrow's victory was great news, the kids finally hitting a year old was another. Modesty pottered around between the fires, laying out food and drinks, clearing away debris and making sure everything would look just perfect for their guests. The sky was even turning out for them with not a cloud in sight. The livestock had been ferried over to temporary pens on Dove Island so they wouldn't have to worry about goats or cows stepping on the drunks. When Gil announced the gathering, she strolled over to his side, plunking her own ass down next to his and leaned into his flank.

With a smirk, she swiped his bottle and took a swig, before offering it back to him. "So have this lot scared you off, or do you think we should try again?" It was almost a tease, she doubted he would deny her if that was what she wanted, but maybe she wanted him to think he had a choice.

"speech"