"Shouldn't feel sheepish," Moofius muttered to herself, then smiled, "should feel a bit like a cow for taking advantage though. And so last minute..."
This was a birthday shop, the birthday shop, and she didn't have any idea when her real birthday was. Einsor prolly had a record (right down the the exact universal nano-second, if the records of her life were as thoroughly on point as she expected they were coming from Einsor's labs) but she had never asked. Chaos did not really do the birthday thing, and she had hated it as a kid (no gifts sort of sucked when you could conjure a reason for them) but as an adult in just seemed stupid.
Then this shop opened and Moofius had not cared one bit. Then they had put a mess of too-cute-to-be-real dragons on display and well... After a bit of illegal battering Moofius had some ID with a birthday on it. December 25th, as a joke since so many thought it was a holy day. If Moofius was anything of biblical proportions it was the anti-christ. Anyway, after showing the kid her proof of birth she made her selection quickly and left the store.
ONE Desolation Icthysaur, ONE Observe Sabbit, ONE Memorinessi ONE Grab Bag???
"And I heard I could also ask for... One of the grab bags? If not you can ignore that but if I can I'd love to get one of those for my uh... birthday."
{Gifts shipped}