The only thing better than a birthday (well, a normal birthday) was birthday week. And the only thing better than a birthday week was a birthday... two months. And that was how Mo was going to think about this little birthday celebration he was about to have. Granted, it wasn't really his birthday they were celebrating, and it didn't quite make up for the miserable occurrences during his actual birthday, but it was something NICE.

Plus he brought cake, which was pretty much how Mo operated.

He was there first and wished the room into being - squashy chairs and bookshelves and tea that was still steaming in the pot. And sandwiches, because Mo was a MAN and needed sustenance in addition to cake.