Otto chuckles. "Ah, I may be the wrong person to ask! I haven't been to a kid's birthday party since I was young myself." He and Rosie...well, children just never happened for them. Maybe that's part of the reason they tended to drift apart from those of their friends who did.

"But it seems typical enough to me, except for the...swords?" He glances over at the combat yard set-up as they reach the tables. At least they're wooden swords. That's better than he expected from this place, honestly. "I guess that's what happens when you've got all these kids fighting crime."