The big day dawned. It had been two days since Robbie's meeting with the Mayor and everything was all set and ready. There was an air of excitement in the town as it was expected to be the best birthday yet. Everyone hoped that things would go to plan and the two birthday people would enjoy their gifts. Both were difficult to buy for but everyone had managed to get them some gifts nonetheless.
Robbie let himself into Robyn and Kit's room and woke the two up by shaking them. Both resisted his attempts and refused to get up so he tried plan B. Going into the bathroom he filled two cups with cold water and walked back into the bedroom. He gave the two one last chance to get up themselves and when they refused. Smiling wickedly Robbie threw the water from both the cups onto the occupants of the bed.
Robyn screamed at the shock of the cold water hitting her while Kit fell out of bed in similar shock. Once they'd recovered a little they both looked at Robbie with questioning expressions.
"I did warn you." Robbie chuckled. "You have five minutes to get dressed and be downstairs for breakfast."
Robbie then walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. Before he went downstairs he put the cups back where they belonged. Neither Kit nor Robyn would be happy when they found out what the time was. They had to be got up early as it was a big day and there was a surprise waiting for both of them at the end of it.
Kit and Robyn traipsed into the kitchen a little after the five minutes had elapsed. Both were looking rather tired still and Robbie debated whether another dash of cold water would wake them up a bit.
Looking at the clock Kit almost fell off of his chair in shock, "seven in the morning! Are you crazy? How did you get up this early?"
Sportacus entered the kitchen through the back door, "he had a little help from me. How are you guys feeling this morning?"
"Bloody tired." Kit replied yawning. Turning to Robyn who was resting her head on the table he said, "Coffee princess?"
Robyn's reply was a muffled yes. Kit got up and turned on the kettle before getting two cups out of the cupboard and putting a spoonful of coffee in each. While the kettle was boiling he put the sugar bowl on the table and got some milk out of the fridge. Once the kettle had done boiling Kit poured water into both cups and set them down on the table. Robyn sat up at the smell of her hot drink and helped herself to sugar.
Unlike Sportacus, Robyn had a tolerance for sugar. As long as she was careful she could avoid a meltdown and had only ever had three. She'd had her first while eating sweets with Ziggy and the second a few years after. Both times were in her early childhood and after a third meltdown she knew her sugar limit.
Not having any restriction when it came to sugar Kit shovelled it into his coffee when Robyn had taken her share. Sportacus almost fainted when he counted a total of twelve spoonfuls of sugar going into Kit's coffee. He didn't have any idea how the younger man could drink it like that and would love to watch. He was well aware that Robyn could have extreme reactions to caffeine and that he'd probably have to scrape her off of the ceiling. Kit would also have to be scraped off of the ceiling as well when the sugar kicked in.
As if reading Sportacus' thoughts Robbie nudged him in the arm and whispered, "I'll get the chisel."
Sportacus chuckled quietly, "the jiff lemon juice you use to get pancakes off of the ceiling might be useful too."
Laughing Robbie left the room. Going upstairs to his room he dialled the Mayor's number on the phone beside his bed. Bessie answered it and Robbie told her to expect them about eleven thirty. He warned her about both of the lovers' sugar intake and said that it would be advisable if the Mayor put less sugar into the cake than usual. Bessie agreed and after finalising everything with Robbie hung up.
The Mayor looked up from his cereal when Bessie finished talking on the phone. "I take it that was Robbie?"
"Yes it was him. I'm to tell you to watch how much sugar you put in the cake. Kit and Robyn are drinking coffee and Kit's shovelled twelve spoonfuls of sugar into his."
The Mayor spat out his cereal in shock, "twelve! It should be rather interesting to see what he's like after that. He's bad enough as it is without sugar. Do you think it would be a good idea for me to get the first aid kit out?"
"I thought the two doctors were coming."
"They can't. They're both working but Doctor Cole dropped his presents for Kit and Robyn off yesterday morning on his way to a call out. Doctor Palley said he'd drop in a little something tomorrow."
Bessie smiled, "at least they're making an effort. I suppose it's best that they can't come today, we'd never fit them in with Ché and Greta."
"I was thinking of making a last minute change to the plans. It's going to be a very nice day today and I was thinking of us eating outside. I know the town hall is still looking a mess and the garden still looks a little untidy but at least Ché and Greta won't have to squeeze through the front door."
"That's an excellent idea Milford. It even gives us an excuse to use paper plates rather than the china ones. I'll let everyone know."
The Mayor nodded glad at being praised. Finishing his breakfast he got to work with Bessie preparing the food for the dinner party. When all the stuff that needed to be cooked was in the oven waiting for it to be turned on Bessie made calls to everyone to tell them they were eating outside. Once all of the phone calls had been done she went outside to see if she could catch sight of either Ché or Greta to tell them too.
Ché was attempting to resolve an argument with Greta. The two were standing underneath their airship and were so caught up in their argument they didn't notice Bessie's approach or salutation. Bessie couldn't understand what either Ché or Greta were saying as Ché was speaking in his native tongue and Greta was speaking in hers. It was beyond her how they could understand each other when they were both speaking different languages.
"Greta, nosotros tenga un público." Ché said indicating Bessie.
"I don't care if we have an audience for the moment." Greta replied now speaking in English. "You'll do well to give up speaking your Spanish and this argument. I'm not saying yes Ché and that's it.
All Ché did to answer Greta was grumble something in Spanish and walk off. He hated losing arguments to his wife and wished that just once he'd win one.
Rolling her eyes Greta looked down at Bessie and shrugged. "He's always like this first thing in the morning. I'm sorry for our argument."
"It's not a problem. Could I ask what you were arguing about?"
"Of course. He wants to swap beds with me. Since we've had so many children we've refrained from sleeping in the same bed and he's unhappy with his. I'm used to mine and I'm not about to give it up. Unfortunately Ché is extremely bad at taking no for an answer."
"I suppose that's the reason why you have sixteen children." A voice laughed from behind Greta.
Greta turned around and saw Kit. She was about to land a slap on his cheek for his impudence but the rogue got away before she could even raise her hand.
Bessie was struggling to maintain her composure when Greta turned back to face her. Clearing her throat Bessie spoke rather evenly for someone holding back laughter, "I wanted to let you know that we're holding Kit's and Robyn's dinner party outside rather than inside. It's due to be a nice day today and it makes life easier for you and Ché."
"Thank you Bessie. I'll let my big lump of a husband know when I see him next."
"You're welcome." Bessie replied before making her way back to her house.
The minute she closed the front door Bessie burst out laughing drawing a puzzled look from the Mayor. As cheeky as Kit's comment had been it was still very funny.