Paprika literally barges into the others room, a pointy hat decorated on her head as she throws a gallon of confetti at the girl. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY BAE," She screams, handing her about a dozen cupcakes each with their own candle. "Make a wish!"
"wha—what?" she’s going to suffer from a heart attack if anyone else chooses to surprise her today. when paprika screams at her, though, that thought is forgotten. camila is standing within moments, arms thrown around the youngers girls shoulder, pulling into a tight hug. "THANK YOU!" she yells back, arms still around her shoulders. shutting her eyes tight, she blows out the candles and makes an arbitrary wish. when she opens them again, she lifts one up and shoves it into paprika’s face. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!"