*comes in the door with a cupcake and a lit candle* happy birthday nance.
a cupcake , how sweet . ' thank you , stiles , i know the temptation to eat this must have been strong . ' she isn't quite sure what to wish for , but finally settles on something simple but so far unachievable . one soft blow and the candle is out . ' let's split it . ' she goes to get a butterknife , dividing it and taking her portion . ' i am very lucky this year . '













