Later that evening, Duke, Robin, Anna, and Filomena were seated around a table at Duke's club. The table was littered with the remains of birthday cake and wrapping paper.
"Such lovely presents," beamed Anna. "Thank you all so much. And the cake was delicious, Filomena."
"Yes, but you do know we have a pastry chef here at the club," Duke pointed out. "You didn't need to go to all the trouble of baking, Filomena. You could've just relaxed-enjoyed the day."
"Yeah, Grandma," agreed Robin.
"Oh, baking is no trouble!" assured Filomena. "Not for Anna mia. And baking, it is how I relax!"
"Well, it was wonderful," Anna gushed. "All of it. You're all too good to me." She looked sideways at Duke. "And how did you know about the album? I never mentioned it."
"A little bird told me," Duke grinned.
"Ah, well, I know who that would be."
Anna and Duke smiled at Robin, who giggled, and then over her head at each other.
"Well, then, shall we go home? Continue the party there?" suggested Duke, looking slyly at Anna.
"Already?" lamented Robin. "Don't you guys want to dance?"
"You have school tomorrow, darling," Anna reminded her.
"But it's a special occasion. Right, Uncle Duke?"
"Your Mummy's right," affirmed Duke. "On your birthday, you can stay up late. But tonight, you'd better get home and get your beauty rest. Not that you could possibly get any prettier…." He leaned in to kiss the top of the little girl's head, and she giggled.
Anna got up from her chair. "Alright, then, let's go everyone." She waved across the club as they all headed toward the door. " 'Night, Angel."
"Goodnight, Mrs. Lavery," the club manager called back. "Happy birthday. Goodnight, Boss." Angel winked at Duke.
"Yeah, Angel, I'll see you tomorrow, alright?" Duke smiled.
"No rush," Angel said with a conspiratorial grin. "Don't hurry in…."