Happy Birthday Writer Lady!

TP giggles for a moment under his breath. The faerie looks down, looking back up timidly he raises his arms and in a slight voice he whispers, “Surprise?”

Writer Lady looks up at the room around her. “For Me?” Her eyes start to tear up. “You redecorated the computer room for me?” She asks looking down at the faerie. TP nods enthusiastically.

Rubbing against Writer Lady's legs, Dobby says, “We all helped Mom.”

“Of course you did.” Writer Lady says between sniffles. She makes her way across the room hugging everyone including an uncooperative Dobby.

“Mom, stop. You're choking me.”

“Sorry kitty.”

“I never thought for a moment when other writers talked about the characters they wrote about coming to life that they actually would come to life.” Mom gazes adoringly at Aunt Purdy, Peter, Paige, Dylan and Furnatche (a dragon-- no less). But to have you here with me. Sharing my home and my life. It's just stupendously incredibly wonderful. Thank you so much.”

“It's hard to believe she's a writer isn't it with a combination of words like that? Stupendously incredibly wonderful. That's why she hasn't been published. That right there.” Dobby mutters to Tinkletoes.

Tinkletoes is hunched over, still periodically gasping. His breathing becomes more labored as he makes an attempt to stand up...

The walls are painted a neutral color. Neither gray, nor white. Blue nor beige. The perfect blank canvas.

“What is this color called?” Writer Lady asks. “I love it.”

“Whateveruneed.” Peter, Paige and Dylan answer in unison.

“What?” Writer Lady asks, looking for confirmation of what she just heard.

“No one could agree on what the best color for the walls would be. We had a mess.” Aunt Purdy explains. “TP brought a super blending stick over from Faerie. He told the stick what type of color we needed, we put all the paint together in one big bucket, TP stirred for five full circles. This is the color the stick gave us.”

Paige picked up the story from there. “After that mess we decided we would each tackle a different part of the room. Aunt Purdy chose the lighting, Peter chose the desk, I organized the storage, Dylan and Furnatche picked out the chair. TP said his gift was a surprise so did Tinkletoes. Dobby moved your magical Door of Opportunity from the other house in here to this room and got you out of the house so we could work on the room. Aunt Purdy insisted we leave any wall art and window treatments to you because that was something personal a lady should do for herself.”

“It's lovely.” Writer Lady said, gazing at everything in awe. “Just lovely.” Writer Lady ran her fingers along the wooden writing table with its simple yet elegant lines. Writer Lady felt a strong tug on the left leg of her shorts.

“Try out the chair.” Dylan says. Dylan and Furnatche both look up her eagerly.

“That chair is too beautiful! It can't be for me.” Writer Lady says.

“It sure is.” Dylan answers. Furnatche pants in agreement.

Walking over to the chair Writer Lady sits down in the well padded Captain's chair with an extra wide seat. “It's very comfortable.”

Dobby jumps up on the chair next to Mom. “An extra wide seat. I can sit with you this way.”

“No Dobby. It's for when she gets a wide load in the back later.” Dylan says.

Everyone looks at Dylan in surprise.

“TP told me Tinkletoes said to get the big butt chair for when Writer Lady gets a wide load.” The three year old boy's face grows pale realizing he has said something wrong.

Writer Lady looks at Dylan, “I hope that never happens. Now I have the right chair if it does. Thank you Dylan and Furnatche.”

Dylan relaxes. “You haven't seen the best part.” Running up behind the chair, Dylan leans forward and whispers in her ear. “It spins.”

After Writer Lady, Dylan, Furnatche, Peter and Paige all tested out the new chair. TP appeared on the writing table and found a comfortable spot on the Control key of the wireless keyboard. Tinkletoes finally managing to stand upright, leans with his back against a mostly dry wall behind Writer Lady's chair. Dobby sits next to Tinkletoes to watch the rest of the festivities.

“I don't know what else to say TP. I am so very sorry I hit you earlier. Can you ever forgive me?”

“Of course, my dear Writer Lady, it's not like I am permanently damaged.” TP gazes markedly below Tinkletoes' waist.

Tinkletoes looks down at Dobby, “You know he's only doing this because my gift is way better than his.”

“I am the one who is sorry.” TP says looking down at his feet.

“Why?” Writer Lady asks.

“My gift. I did not do anything in the room like the others did.”

“That's okay.”

“I have brought you something very special from my world. I hope you like it.”

“I'm sure I will.”

“Would you close your eyes for three seconds then open them?” TP asks.

“Sure but what happens in three seconds?”

TP says, “I'm going to change out of this clown suit.”

“Okay.” Writer Lady covers her eyes. “One...two...”

“This is so stupid. I can't believe she's playing along.” Tinkletoes grumbles.

“THREE.”

Writer Lady opens her eyes, Aunt Purdy works furiously to cover the children's eyes.