Entering his home, Kent was relieved to spot Venus in her usual spot, upside down on the ceiling, this time painting her nails.
"Welcome home," her genuine smile washed away the stresses of the day.
"Thanks. Get into any trouble today?" He was mostly joking.
"Nothing that I didn't fix." Well, at least.
"Hey, Captain?" Venus floated down to his eye level while keeping her body parallel to the floor.
He had made a wish once to be able to fly like she does, just to experience it. He ended up hurling for two hours. She said it took practice but Kent didn't see the need in honing the skill.
"What's up?"
"I was looking at the paper sundial-"
"You know it's a calendar."
"I noticed six moons had passed since you rubbed the bottle."
"I thought you didn't care for special dates."
"Well, I never really had any good dates to look back on."
He felt his heart constrict. How had she been around for so long and had such few good memories. Then again, he didn't really have many dates he himself was fond of, but she was right. The day he met Venus his life changed… for the better.
"How do you want to celebrate, then?" He braced himself, hoping she didn't have anything too incredible in mind.
"How do you normally celebrate?"
"Depends, really. But I think a nice dinner would fit the occasion."
"Wouldn't you rather go to the moon?"
"Maybe when we reach a year." He didn't think he could handle a trip to outer space just yet.
"Fine," she said in a way that made him realize he'd need to start mentally preparing himself for that trip. "Make your wish then."
Kent smiled. "I wish for a feast in order to celebrate six months of knowing each other."
Venus floated down to the ground, crossed her arms and bopped her head, covering the area around them in red, glittered smoke.
The air cleared and a table covered in food stood between them.
"Venus… what is this?"
"Your wish!"
"I wished for dinner."
"And I provided you with a spread."
"This isn't-" How was he going to explain this to her? "Normal dinner isn't-"
"Normal is overrated. This is food. It is edible. And they're your favorite- don't think I hadn't noticed. No complaining over wishes that don't put anyone's life or job in danger, remember?"
Kent gave a sigh and threw his hands in the air. "You're right, I know we agreed that I'd be more grateful, I'm sorry. One night of beer and cookies won't hurt anyone."