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[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer is lounging at Merlotte's, of all places. With a book, and a glass of--well, whatever he happened to grab. It might be water.]

Well, someone wake the Gregorians, I think it's my birthday.

Let's start the festivities.

[Basically, no one should plan on leaving their home. Maybe ever again.]

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[thelightbringer]

[And after he speaks to Sam, and arranges things with Ruby and Dorian and the others, he comes home. Frasier races to Michael as if he had been gone a week instead of a few hours on a 'field trip' with Lucifer.]

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[servingfather]

[Michael had to gather supplies, figure out a recipe and decide on a present not for this silly "birthday" that they were both just having fun with but as a show of gratitude for Lucifer taking care of him. So when the two of them come home everything is ready to go. He's even wearing an apron over John's clothes even though it's not really needed. He crouches to give Fraiser a bit of attention before looking up at his brother.]

Did you have fun?

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[thelightbringer]

More than I thought I would.

[Which is the best surprise he could ask for. Or so he thinks.]

How is the baking~? I think it's my job to sample the batter.

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[servingfather]

That's good.

[He gives Fraiser one last pat before moving back into the kitchen.]

I've only just started. You did say you wanted to watch. [Which means there's butter in the big mixing bowl and ingredients laying out waiting. On the other side of the counter is a stool just for Lucifer to watch from.]

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[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer looks at the stool, then at Michael, impressed (and touched, because it's Michael) by his brother's foresight. He sits down and leans forward, elbows on his knees, and watches.]

What kind of cake are we making?

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[servingfather]

[Michael starts in pouring the ingredients into the bowl from the recipe he has memorized in his head.]

It's a rainbow cake. [When he gets to the flour well...Michael just can't help flinging some at Lucifer.]

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[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer, naturally, has to retaliate by painting war stripes on Michael's face with the flour.]

Think Zach will help us make a dent in it?

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[servingfather]

[He doesn't even attempt to wipe them away, just lets Lucifer paint him.]

Possibly. I could deliver a slice to all of our siblings.

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[thelightbringer]

Not all. Just Zach is fine.

[It's his totally made up birthday, he's allowed to be open about how much he doesn't want his brothers. ...Well, Gabriel, anyway. Castiel is eh.]