[After several long, long days of "partying", the bugs in their hive finally allowed their guests to leave. Without their missing shoes but with their memories intact, this time. By the time they were let out, Cassandra was delighted to go, and she assumed everyone else felt the same way. She just couldn't stay in a hive for much longer. There were important things that needed tending to.
Like one, specific thing she'd worried about missing. Thank goodness she hadn't forgotten.
So, on the evening of December twenty-first, there's a knock at Elsa's door. It's quick and unexpected, no fuss had been made earlier about a birthday. So it may be surprising to find Cassandra standing there, a plate with a cupcake in one hand, and something long bundled in wrapping paper under her arm.]
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Like one, specific thing she'd worried about missing. Thank goodness she hadn't forgotten.
So, on the evening of December twenty-first, there's a knock at Elsa's door. It's quick and unexpected, no fuss had been made earlier about a birthday. So it may be surprising to find Cassandra standing there, a plate with a cupcake in one hand, and something long bundled in wrapping paper under her arm.]
Hey.