"Yo, Ari! Happy Birthday! Gift delivery!" Titus knocks on her door twice and sets the present down on her doormat. No way was he gonna keep carrying it-- it was heavy. Still in its box is a brand new stand mixer with a bow messily stuck on top. Hopefully it could make her stress baking involve less...stress? Under the bow is also the receipt...just in case she wanted to return it or, y'know, be reassured that her gift wasn't stolen goods. There's also a handmade card that is very reminiscent of something a grade-schooler would make, right down to the handwriting. The words (possibly written in crayon) simply say: Happy Birthday!! Love ya always, Golden Boy.
"Comin', comin'-!" She hadn't actually intended on celebrating her birthday besides maybe making herself a few drinks later- honestly, she'd only mentioned it to make a stupid joke at first. That he'd remembered- and gotten her a present besides- is a nice surprise. Though she's not entirely prepared for just how nice a surprise it actually is. When she opens the door, she nearly trips over the box, hefting it up with one arm to blink at the pictures of the machine with in in stark shock.
Had she mentioned she'd been mixing everything by hand...? She must have- that or he'd noticed one of the times he'd wandered in ready to drink.
Noting the receipt- which she tucks into her pocket just in case anything's fussed- she yips a 'gimme a sec!' and turns to bustle the machine onto her kitchen counter. Once that's done, she darts back to the door, to throw her arms around Titus's shoulders, planting a kiss square on his cheek. She's beaming, bright and fond, and runs her hands through his hair gently before pulling away.
"Y' wanna come hang out while I give it a test run? Was just gonna buy a birthday cake, but I think I got enough stuff t' make a small one we can share." And really, she'd probably just let him take the rest home.
Another pause, and she grabs him by the arm, tugging him in regardless.
"Yeah, c'mon. Y' can help me out by makin' sure I don't get too messed up before I drop in on that weddin' later. Makin' ya my mandatory plus-one as thanks for th' gift. An' hey- cake twice in one day. You're makin' out like a bandit."