[ The feeling hadn't been unlike being preened… the thought of it is as disconcerting as the experience had been pleasant, and Elysium can't help but be thankful that he's fully covered, head bowing slightly despite himself. Somewhat self-consciously, his hands come up to preside over the towel, and with a half step back, he tousles at his hair a little more aggressively. ]

That would depend on your definition of it, but sure.

[ Which is to say, Elysium's well aware that his idea of 'sensible budgeting' isn't quite inline with the conventional standard of it… Said distantly, before he reins himself back in with a sigh and dissatisfied click of his tongue. ]

You're saying it's possible that it's passed, then. [ He peels the towel away to reveal an unimpressed glower, its efficacy debatable when his hair is … fluffed up much like a bird's feathers would, in cold. It's not directed at Yesod in particular, but the circumstance. ] … I never did get to grant one of your wishes. [ back during memshares… ] Should we trade it in and upgrade it to a birthday one?

[ more mildly: ]

It's been a while since I've thrown a party.

[ evidently… not celebrating it isn't an option. responsible pecuniary decisions. yeah!! ]