"You better!" Randy VIII gave him a peck on the lips.

Seven grinned, "Pepper cake sound good to you?"

"Pepper cake always sounds good to me," snorted Randy VIII.

Seven gave him a kiss, "I thought so..."

When they arrived at the amusement park, Randy VIII was eager to bring Seven onto as many rides as they day would allow.

Seven, for his part, wasn't all that keen on the roller coasters but he went along cheerfully and even won his brother a stuffed grizzly bear at one of the booths.

Eight pulled him in the direction of the nearest photo booth. "What are we gonna do on your birthday?"

Seven paused, he hadn't given much thought to his own birthday, truth be told he's have considered himself happy to even have another birthday, but he smiled at his brother and said, "Just be there to eat the cake with me," he said.

"Aw, c'mon, that's boring!" said Eight. "Ain't you say you wanted to go in a aeroplane? Fifteen's a big number, you know."

"Well yeah, I'd wanna try an Aeroplane," said Seven.

Randy VIII leaned into him. "So why don't we do that?" he suggested.

"If you think we can afford it and you ain't afraid, then I'm game," said Seven.

"I ain't afraid of no aeroplane," said Randy VIII, puffing out his chest and turning up his nose. "And neither is Lady Fitzgerald," he added. He wiggled the stuffed bear at Seven.

"Lady Fitzgerald, huh?" Seven raised an eyebrow.

"That's my name and I'm sticking to it," Randy VIII said, wiggling the bear along with the words and using the sort of voice he imagined a lady bear might have.

Seven snorted, "Oh, I see, pardon me ma'am,"