"How do you know that?" Rook asked. Unlike the Jack-of-Crows, Todd White had never made a big to-do about his birthday.
"I had to drive him up to Manchester couple of years ago, back when he was just Prince." Squick explained. "He's got a sister up there, he visits her every year on their birthdays, he said. Dunno about parents, I don't think Todd's on speaking terms with them."
"Poor man." Hammond said quietly, and the table was silent for a moment. Cheshire still had her parents, in a roundabout way, as did Squick. But Hammond's were long since dead, and Rook knew nothing of her past. Cheshire broke the silence. "We should have a party for him then! When he gets back, or before he leaves."
"The Jack-of-Crows still has his little celebration, though attendance isn't compulsory any more." Rook added, in answer to Erin's question. "Just something at the Corpse Farm, he 'asked' me to help him with decorations."
Given that Rook had no artistic skill whatsoever, but worked in a morgue, one had to wonder what sort of decorations the Jack liked.