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Guppy's 30th Birthday Party

Having collected everyone from the bar, Guppy leads them back through to the house, where they enter through the kitchen.

The living room furniture has been mostly moved out of the way, and that's where the most of the party has been set up. The sofa and some chairs are around the edge of the room, and there's music playing. The kitchen is a bit small so the food is being taken through into the dining room. Also a little on the small side, but enough for purpose. All of the baby gates are open on the ground floor, but not on the stairs.

Upstairs, the spare bedroom has been set aside for any little people at the party. It's a bit quieter, with baby-sized food, some toys, and a DVD of Pingu playing.

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"Aw, but it covers the spot so nicely. Anyway, glad you could make it, do you want a drink?"

"A soda to start? Maybe something stronger later?" He's gotten much better at pacing himself.

Guppy gets him a soda. There's not much in the way of strong alcohol here; totally sloshed people don't tend to do well around toddlers or host bathrooms.

"We've got some beer and wine." he says. "Nothing very strong I'm afraid, we don't really stock it."

"Wasn't expecting that from my doctor. Remember when you gave me that checkup when I first got to the Bar and you read the riot act about my drinking?" Funny how that had a little effect (though less that dating someone who can almost never get drunk).

"Did I?" Guppy laughs. "Sorry, force of habit. I assume you asked for the check up and I didn't impose it on you."

He nods. "I don't tend to drink unless I'm stressed out. Which isn't actually a great time to drink. But I don't think it does any harm in moderation. I'm not going to drink tonight though, because we have an agreement that Alex should never see his parents intoxicated."

Knox isn't surprised Guppy doesn't remember. How many patients does Guppy have, compared to the handful of doctors Knox has seen in his life.

"I guess that's a good idea. Just be careful with him in the Bar. He's going to see a lot of people drunk there. But it's good that he learns about that at some point." Knox's parents pretty much never drink, but not for any reason other than not being drinkers.

"Yeah, but they won't necessarily be people he needs to rely on."

"Should I try to be careful if see you around with my namesake?" When did Knox learn to be responsible? Probably while looking after Allie.

"Don't worry about it." Guppy says. "If you want to see him, he's upstairs playing with Frogspawn. We thought the party would be a bit overwhealming for him."

"I'll go up and check later. And I am sure you are right. I never liked parties as a kid. Even when they were for me."

"Yeah, we took him to Funky Farm for his birthday, he doesn't do crowded rooms well."

"What's Funky Farm?" Does Alex really want to know?

"I think the American Equivalent is a petting zoo."

"Ahhhh. Yeah, we have those. There's one north of Gotham. And that was a bit much for the little guy?"

"No, it was much easier on him than a crowded room. He likes to hold the ducklings."

"Good. I mean that he likes it.

"Not that I have anything again ducks," he notes. "Bet you took some really cute pictures."

"Yeah, we got a video. He makes this cute little 'Eee' noise and flaps his arms when he's excited. You kind of have to watch that the duckling doesn't fall off."

Knox laughs a bit. "They are cute at that age. Just wait till he's 14, though."

"Yeah, dropping ducks will be the least of my problems."

"But that's years off. I say, enjoy it now and don't rush the gray hairs."

Guppy laughs.

"Well, I don't have any of those yet, thank goodness."

He grabs a slice of cake. It has a fishy eye on.

"This isn't made from fish, right?" He doesn't entirely trust British cooking.

"Of course not, it's a strawberry sponge."

"Just checking. I don't know much about English cooking." Or tact. "So how's it been going?"

"I assume you heard about the flu thing, right?"

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