Answering the ring of the doorbell to Ruby’s current home would see a box laid upon the doorstep. Its lid was a clear plastic displaying the contents- a small, spookily-decorated ice cream cake! On top of the box lay a card that read “Happy Birthday Ruby” in neat cursive letters. There was no signature.
⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀Hmm...⠀ ❜⠀ONE⠀might think a slight aversion to eating or drinking random stuff was in order after her and her friends' latest adventure (mis-adventure ? … no, adventure ), but trepidation had no place on a girl's birthday. She spent quite a bit of time studying the card, although there was nothing really there to study aside from the obvious message. Well — that and... whoever it was had beautiful handwriting. She could never get the hang of that fancy cursive stuff... But if they're already going through the trouble of writing a card, why not sign it ?
⠀⠀⠀Ruby only realizes it's an ice cream cake when she notices signs of it thawing through the clear material of the lid, which makes her let out some sort of unidentifiable ( but very sharp and pitiful ) squawking sound as she ushers the cake indoors. When she's shutting the door behind her with her foot, the answer hits her with an abruptness that has her back leaning against the wood.
⠀⠀⠀It's an ice cream cake.
⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀... Ohhh. Huh...⠀ ❜⠀The card wasn't signed because they didn't want to sign it, obviously. She was genuinely taken aback by the realization, but... Where most would experience suspicion or dread, she feels warmth. She can't explain or justify why she views the gift with optimism, only that she does — and she doesn't plan on mistrusting her gut feelings ever again. She'll eat every bit of this cake, and until the sender's ready to show themselves... Well, she'll just act none the wiser.