How Green Becomes Wood

"I'll text him and remind him," Daizi said, taking out her phone, "He'll ignore it to spite you if you ask."

Enkidu pressed his snout close to Alec's head, and after giving him a good, deep sniff, began to lick the honey in his hair.
 
"I will, but if I'm sending the text you all need to be quiet or else he'll hear it from all of us," Daizi pointed out as she took out her phone.

Enkidu was perfectly happy to continue licking his hair with reckless abandon. Normally he wasn't particularly interested in licking people, but he had learned from the little one that sometimes humans were sticky and tasty, so he was glad to help clean Alec up before either his Mama or Baba saw and stopped him, like they did when he was licking the little one.
 
"Silent," Xander whispered.

Alec laughed and rubbed Enkidu's neck. "Ivy taught you some bad habits," he told the dog before finally telling him to stop. "I need to wash this out myself, but thank you for your help. Good boy."
 
Using her voice controls, Daizi texted Cooger, Hey, do you know what we're doing for your birthday? It's like a week away. Also, Xander wants to know what your favourite birth year was

When told to stop, Enkidu did, but he looked disappointed. After a few moments of sitting by Alec while his neck was pet, he got up and go sat down with Ivy.
 
"I don't know yet," Daizi replied, before having her phone read out Cooger's text. The robotic voice said, Idk what you mean by birth year. The one I was born in or 1969, I guess? For my birthday, I sent out invitations, I guess they ain't arrived yet. It's at my place, beginning at 4pm, it's a barbecue, and it's a Western theme so y'all gotta dress up like cowboys or outlaws or saloon women or something. I made myself the sheriff.

Hearing this, Dark glanced at his sons and said, "There is your answer for when big birthdays are no longer acceptable."
 
The twins stared at the phone in absolute confusion.

"Are we sure that's Cooger?" Xander asked skeptically. "Saloon women?"

"Sounds like fantastic fun! Yet so unlike him," Alec said with a concerned smile.
 
"You would not say so if you knew how much Cormac McCarthy the man reads," Dark told them, torn between his love of dressing up for an event and his uncertainty of if he could take his vampiric wardrobe and make it fit the theme.

"I think he might mean sex workers," Daizi said slowly, thinking about it. "At least I think that's the implication of those women in a wild west story."
 
"I would have thought you would be more against the idea of it," Dark admitted to Xander, "I did not expect you to already be planning outfits."

"You should text and ask," Daizi said, "I have all the information you do, and absolutely no idea what I'll wear."
 
Xander shrugged. "It's Cooger. He doesn't ask for a lot. And cowboy isn't that hard to do when you already nearly dress like one for at least one day out of the week. I've got jeans, belts, and shirts that work just fine. All I need is a hat. Which I'm not ready to buy because those things are hella expensive. Maybe I'll go the full nine yards and see if I can borrow some chaps."

"You already have the outfits for," Alec stopped himself, aware that what he'd been about to say might have been taken the wrong way, "a lot of things," he continued quickly. "I'm sure you could find something that'll work great."
 
"I would ask if you have someone to borrow a hat from, but then I recalled where you spend much of your time," Dark said.

Daizi laughed at how quickly he halted himself, "Are you suggesting I take your uncle's suggestion and be a Saloon Woman?"
 
Xander smirked. "The hat will be easy. In fact, from looking around this room, I think I'll have the easiest time of any of you lot. Where are you going to get a hat?"

"I never said any such thing," Alec sniffed. "But if that is something you'd desire, you have a lot of lacey bits, so I'm sure that somehow you could manage it."
 
"Maybe I do not need a hat," Dark shrugged.

"Of course you need a hat, Goose," Daizi chided, ignoring the choice of the phrasing 'lacey bits,' and instead saying, "We'll have to figure out how we'll dress Ivy."
 
"You need a hat," Xander agreed.

"Hat, absolutely, Ba," Alec told him. "Why don't you put Ivy in one of those frilly dress things they put both boys and girls in back in those days? Or she could be dressed like a pony or a puppy!"
 
"If we had more notice, I may have been able to source one, but I suspect it is too late now," Dark replied with a mild frown. A hat would complete the outfit, but he had just under two weeks before Cooger's birthday and, unfortunately, a big head.

"If we can find one, that would be cute," Daizi agreed.
 
"Why a puppy?" Xander asked Alec, confused.

"You know. 'Get along, little doggies?'" Alec prompted him.

Xander shook his head. "That's just slang for cows. No dogs."

"Oh." Alec pouted. "You can't expect someone to know everything."
 
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