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Cassirin 
Mo settled back into his chair as he removed the slightly squashed cake from the box he'd crammed inside his bag, followed by a thermos of tea and an assortment of flattened sandwiches. He'd get the hang on this food packing someday.
"I brought tea. Now then... why are we pretending to be eleven today, rather than enjoying being seventeen? I don't really object to blanket forts or being eleven, but I'm curious. Are you being... nostalgic?" She was just surprising him right and left today.
"Presents first? Or cake?" The most important question of all.
She looked around, searching for tea, and when none was in sight looked back over at him to say so only to notice that he had everything they needed, for eating purposes at least. Dora didn't much mind the squished bits, since it was better than no food.
"Good, I'm thirsty." Like, always. Dora started preparing tea for the both of them, her hands not taken to being so still as of late. As for the whole blanket fort she just shrugged.
"It's part of your gift. And I can't properly enjoy being seventeen while I'm confined to this castle, so I figured we should pretend for eleven today while we still can." Because once they graduated that was it. No more pretending to be kids.
Most important and easiest to answer.
"Presents of course. While we eat."