<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f9/MaplePortrait1.png)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Maple MacAlistair<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Reverend Foley, Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Refectory<br/><strong>When:</strong>Breakfast<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Clicky link! (http://www.polyvore.com/frogrun/set?id=217844701)<br/><hr/><br/>Maple is up early (largely due to the fact that she never technically went to bed Sunday night thanks to an AP history essay left until the last minute) and the periodic<em>ting!</em>as her phone announces the annual flood of birthday well wishes provides an annoying backdrop as she dresses. She heads out soon after, making a perfunctory effort to get her hair to behave by running her fingers through it, the other hand tapping out a couple dozen "thank you!"s on facebook in response to various members of her extended family and ex-classmates she hasn't had a real conversation with since middle school.<br/><br/>The halls are quiet and she's one of the first students in the refectory, allowing her to snag the table next to the best window for her coterie after filling a plate with a generous pile of fruit and some buttered toast. More birthday greetings pop up every few minutes as she passes the time, picking at her food while she waits for friends to arrive, including texts from her sisters. Willow's message is accompanied by a photo of their mother's ancient cat Patches wearing a construction paper hat he probably clawed to shreds seconds after the picture was taken. Magnolia's text contains an enigmatic comment about hoping she got the time zone difference right. Maple considers asking where she's deployed, but if Magnolia was allowed to say it probably would have been in her first message.<br/><br/>By the time her parents' message comes her table is mostly full, and she plays the video they sent despite her better judgement. Half a line in her friends have all joined in on the off-key rendition of the birthday song. Maple's<em>mostly</em>stopped blushing when Reverend Foley pulls a chair up.<br/><br/>"Oh gosh...well I was thinking maybe a modest little three tiered number with forest scenes carved into the icing bas relief style, maybe a few dozen little pine martens sculpted out of molding chocolate?" she suggests. "Or strawberry. Strawberry is good too."