Gwen:
Well, as one can expect from something random, sometimes it's in the form of a plan. Even though I don't want a birthday present, much less any kind of celebration, my mother is going to do something. Just not on my birthday, and just not with cake; but after the fact, and with Alice springs chicken or something. <_<;
Ookalf:
You'd think that you'd think otherwise with your cake hole open like that.
Caprice:
Oh, noes! I've been snuggled!
*Flounders around like a fish out of water... and, strangely enough, with a mouth for the occasion*
Rowan:
I know where this is going, Rowan.
And that's it. My mental faculties have been used up by writing, so I can't think of anything intelligent to say. Not that that is any surprise. XD