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[molotov]

Open your door.

[She doesn't even know if he's in his room. Hopefully he is, because outside of his door is cake in a box, and a wrapped giftbox, which contains a very pretty, very unloaded revolver, because why shouldn't Ezio have a gun as frilly as he is? Both are marked "Happy belated birthday".]

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Molotov

[assassino]

[Why are birthdays always synonymous with moping? If not before, then after -- he hadn't anticipated Cesare Borgia arriving, and his first impression gave him no excuses to be hostile and be on the assault. Stephanie kept trying to guilt him for wanting to be there, and kept acting like he was the bad guy.

But this is Molotov, and he suspects you don't blow off Molotov.

He opens his door and spies the boxes, and then crouches down to their level. He doesn't even know what's in it, but he's already touched.]

A birthday gift?

Ezio forever and always and not never

[molotov]

It was your birthday, da?

[assassino]

Yes, it was!

[molotov]

Then clearly it is a birthday gift.

[assassino]

[He laughs...]

Molotov, you are too kind.

[He leans out the door to peer down the hall.]

Where are you?

[molotov]

In my office at the reserve. I sent the boxes with ghosts.

[Molotov has two offices, yes. Because she likes offices.]

[assassino]

I see. [Mildly disappointed, but he picks up the boxes and brings them into the apartment.]

Should I open them now?

[molotov]

[Molotov can't go to your room, Ezio! Brock would actually kill both of you.]

Of course, unless you have something to wait for.

[assassino]

[That's stupid. Brock is stupid :'( He chuckles, setting them down on the table.]

You, perhaps.

[molotov]

You can come to me if you wish, lapushka. I am not going anywhere.

[assassino]

[He peers into one of the boxes anyway.]

I cannot eat all of this cake by myself, so I will have to bring it to you.

[molotov]

[She laughs a little.]

I thought you would save some of it for tomorrow or the next day! You know how to get here.

[assassino]

By time I share with Cristina and Stephanie, I may just eat it all if I leave it for tomorrow.

[He cuts himself and Molotov pieces of cake and packages them up.]

What are the red berries?

[molotov]

Strawberries! Do they not have those in your time?

[assassino]

No, we do not.

[He plucks one off and buries his thumb into it to split it open.]

It feels like flesh.

[molotov]

Ha ha, I promise you it is fruit. Eat it.

[assassino]

[He pops it in his mouth, and makes a noise of surprise.]

So it is. It is very sweet.

[molotov]

You think everything you have not had before is sweet, even when it grows out of the earth that way.

[assassino]

Sugar is very expensive in my time.

[molotov]

Are the fruits in Renaissance Italy so bitter that even other fruit would be that sweet?

[assassino]

We have apples, peaches, pears and quinces, among a few others. They are not sweet like this.

[molotov]

Ah, so you do not have berries. I see the problem now.

[assassino]

We have imported cubebs, but they are dried. I think they are berries. We also have cherries, gooseberries, blackcurrants...

[molotov]

Cherries are a good common one. But you have never had blueberries, or blackberries, or raspberries?

[assassino]

Not that I have heard, but new things arrive in Italy all the time. I tried coffee for the first time when I arrived in Venezia.