spectacularlyhighking

Eliot vaguely remembered that Newt's birthday was in February. He also had a feeling that Newt wouldn't make any effort to celebrate it in either place. He gave the other man a little time to settle in to the unfamiliar world... and reacquaint himself with his case full of creatures. Tonight was the night, though.

He made a deal with the hotel kitchen for them to let him cook up a fabulous meal. It was almost done. The hot pan was on a cart by the table he'd set up in their hotel room. The table had full place settings, with a bottle of wine just waiting to be poured. There were candles around the room and a pair of taper candles in the center of the table. The final addition was a cake he'd asked Tina to make just for the occasion. He wasn't about to put candles on it, but the meaning was clear.

Once all was set, he knocked gently on the lid of Newt's case.