Vex taking Trinket out for a long walk together in the woods, saying very little except for telling bits of stories, remembering old adventures, and finally having her first good cry since Vasselheim.
Grog having no damn idea when his birthday is, but Pike picking an appropriate day anyway and bringing him something from all the girls at the bakery, which is easily the best thing he’s ever tasted.
Molly commemorating a year since a lonely, terrifying awakening with the most sybaritic night possible, partly as a celebration and partly as a grinning middle finger to the universe. He only gets to do it twice.
Percy always remembering to bring Cassandra something: one proper present for the woman she is (as advised by Vex), and one frivolous little trinket for the years they missed (always, always handmade).
Jester, alone in her room, hugging her new, pretty sketchbook to her chest, and thinking of all the wonderful things she’s going to draw for her very best friend.
Scanlan’s first birthday present to Kaylie after he finally figures out the date, and the whole thing’s a bit of an awkward mess, but it’s heartfelt, and it ends with the two of them playing music together, so that’s all right.
Caleb remembering childhood birthdays, despite efforts not to.
Keyleth, cycling through year after decade after century until the particulars slip away, but the ravens come to remind her, because someone never forgets.
And on and on and on and on.
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