"What are you doing there, tovarisch?"
Illya pushed his glasses farther up on his nose and looked at his partner. Why was Napoleon wearing glasses?
"Why are you wearing those?"
Napoleon preened for a minute, letting his friend take in the image. He looked good in glasses, as he did everything else.
"I am wearing these for Cosmos. It's her birthday, you know."
There was an unwarranted smugness in his tone of voice. Illya smirked in response.
"I know that, blockhead. I am writing her a card...from me. And her name is Cosmosmariner. So typical of you to cut it short."
Napoleon took a step backwards, only slightly affronted and entirely unscathed.
"Illya, I know what her name is. Cosmos is an endearment, you see. Something you might want to work at expressing.
Illya bent his head to the task, ignoring his partner and setting himself to expressing just how endearing he found Cosmosmariner to me.
"So, what are you writing...exactly?"
Napoleon was a thoughtful man, but buying birthday cards was something he usually left to the secretaries. Darn Illya for getting one first.
"I shall let you read it when I am completely finished. You should have thought of this earlier."
Napoleon was not to be left out of this. He would simply snatch the card away from his little Russian fiend..friend... and sign his own name. Cosmos wouldn't want one without the other. And, he did have on glasses today, just for her.
"Fine. Just write your card and I'll read it when you're finished."
As it happened, Mr. Waverly summoned them before the card was finished, and it lay on the desk waiting for their return. Pictures were taken, however, and Cosmosmariner was able to tuck those away with the happy realization that, when it comes to birthdays and spies, four eyes are better than none.