Ivana Bennett burst into laughter, "This is our traditional act, you should be glad that the kids aren't here, otherwise... it wouldn't be so simple."
Lucas Walker sat down next to Phoebe, handing him a tissue, "On my birthday, they would just throw me into a bathtub full of cream."
Phoebe was a bit stunned, his eyebrows, covered in cream, raised, "Sounds like it could be fun."
Lucas Walker shrugged, "The downside is, it takes almost three hours to get clean."
Phoebe laughed.
Ivana Bennett extended her hand, she and her husband, in perfect sync, each took their cup, exchanged a glance, and then reached their glasses out to Phoebe.
"Happy birthday!"
"Thank you!"
Smiling, Phoebe clinked glasses with them, and the three of them each tilted their heads back, finishing their drinks (juice).
"Sorry, today it's just juice," Ivana Bennett lowered her empty glass, "Next year, on your birthday, we'll make sure not to leave until we're drunk."
There was a knock on the door.
