[Oh. Dear god. He's suddenly very glad he never gave Henry the time to prepare. The offer of body parts has him immediately thinking of alternatives.]
That's very sweet, Henry. You really needn't go to the trouble. I never really had presents for my birthday back home, and people have already made me some very nice cakes. Well-wishes would be lovely, of course. Or perhaps you could just come over for tea. That might be nice.
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That's very sweet, Henry. You really needn't go to the trouble. I never really had presents for my birthday back home, and people have already made me some very nice cakes. Well-wishes would be lovely, of course. Or perhaps you could just come over for tea. That might be nice.
[Renart, why did you send this man at him?]