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Cassirin 
"Silly. Of course I brought you cake," Mo scoffed openly at Dora's doubting him. He was just worried there were TWO cakes, although it was less a worry and more a fervent desire. Two cakes would be double the birthday party.
"What made you think of this... the blanket fort? I mean, you seem like a Moroccan bazaar or a Parisian rooftop. This is..." He strolled all the way out to the table and pulled out a chair for her, with a little sweeping gesture. M'lady? "This is for me, isn't it?"
Dora cracked a small smile at his scoffing, shrugging lightly.
"Good, because I haven't had cake in forever." Or not forever, but it always felt that way since she hardly ate any sweets.
"I am more of those things, but that's now and I didn't want something that was seventeen year old Isidora. I wanted something that was eleven year old Dora, and she was more into creating her own world than traveling to others." Funny how people changed over time. How she'd changed.
She was amused by his gesture, and curtsied in response before taking a seat.
"It's partly for you, because I remember you used to like forts too." So why not enjoy something so childlike in the place they were once and would always feel like children?
"I can't remember if I asked for tea when making this room."