@magickforged
He might have procured her something nice, as he usually does, like a wolf bringing home pretty bones from the beasts it slays and licks clean of blood.
But since today is her birthday, Xelloss has to do something extra . . . outstanding . . . for Filia Ul Copt.
Naturally, this means that, after he leaves an exquisite seafoam hued satin gown and matching aquamarine bracelets and earrings on the bed for her, and a horribly bad teapot he threw on the kiln himself (complete with his handprint, Philomena’s, and Val’s), inside of which there is the address of a fine restaurant and a time, he will lay in wait for her at said restaurant.
Naturally, this means that when she walks in the door, a four string quartet will begin to play beautiful classical music, and he, Xelloss, previously fully clothed, will spring up onto their dinner table.
Naked.
And chirp at the top of his lungs,
“FILLY! You’re HERE!”