Happy -happy-happy birthday, right from me to you! [faye-faye]

[radical_cowgirl]

[Dated August 14th]

Edward had planned everything. She hoped. She remembered birthdays from living with the Sister. She always tried to remember them and make something special for the kid having the "special day". Not that Edward really understood what made it so special, it was just another day, but if it meant the Sister made extra-special food, Edward was not going to argue.

After a trip to the bookshelf, Edward had found a magazine with a picture of a birthday party. It was very different from the birthdays Edward remembered, but she had tried her best, getting up early-early and putting up all the colorful paper cut-outs she had made the day before. She had made little hats for each of them, and she even sent Ein to go bother the Spike-person since she knew that Faye-Faye didn't like barking in the morning.

With a hat on her head, she crept into Faye-Faye's bedroom, holding a muffin she'd appropriated from the bakery. She hadn't found a real candle, but Edward had managed to make a paper one that was almost as good. Faye-Faye was going to have the best birthday, Edward would make sure. Taking a deep breath, she started singing at the top of her lungs, "Happy-happy-birthday, right from me to you. I hope you have a great day, and a great year too! Happy-happy-birthday..."

She thought it would be a nice way to wake up, so she kept going.

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[radical-cowgirl.livejournal.com]

"How does Edward do it?"

She tried to stay still, she really did, but she couldn't help shift a little under the attention. If there was a trick to being an adult-person she'd learn it. She had to. If Edward wanted to stop being crazy-Edward and be adult-Edward she she had to get started.

[attitude]

"If I told you, that would not only be ineffective, it would also be cheating," Faye pointed out with a raise of her brow, watching as Edward fidgeted, no doubt uncomfortable with the idea of having to wait. If there was one thing that she'd learned in the time that she'd known Edward, it was the fact that the young girl really did have a tendency of running a mile a minute in every way.

And that she needed answers.

"You do it just by living, Edward, it's not exactly something that can be planned out for you."

[radical-cowgirl.livejournal.com]

"Fine, if Edward has to wait, Edward will wait. Ed can wait. Ed can do anything."

She hoped. This growing up business, so serious, so confusing, Ed just didn't know how she would deal with it.

Maybe there was someone else she could talk to. Maybe the Toly-man. He was like the father-person and father-people were supposed to be wise. Ed would maybe talk to him. If she remembered.

"What does Faye-Faye want to do with the rest of the day? It's your birthday, Faye-Faye gets to decide."

[attitude]

Whether or not Edward really believed it, Faye didn't know. She hoped that Edward could. There had been a time when Faye believed that anything was possible, if only she spared the time, if only she was patient. An idealistic train of thought which still remained in her, though it was buried, tempered, almost bent out of shape. It wasn't a matter that she wanted to dwell too much on, not that day, and so she reached out to run her fingers through Edward's hair, ruffling it just a touch, though she left the hair ribbon where it was.

"Let's go swimming," Faye decided, eyes narrowed in thought. "Closest thing we'll get to weightlessness, anyway, around here. And better than staying cooped up in the hut all day."

[radical-cowgirl.livejournal.com]

"Yay!"

She couldn't exactly swim, but Edward was one heck of a floater. And a splasher. But the water was fun and Faye-Faye was right, it was nice being weightless. For a little while. It wasn't like space, but it was still fun.

Bouncing off the bed, Edward headed out the door to get her swimming clothes. She paused only long enough to pause at the door and look back.

"Happy Birthday, Faye-Faye!"