Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon

[seveninchmotto]

Technically, Isabelle wasn't having a birthday party. But, it was her birthday, and she was hanging out in her common room, and for whatever reason, the TV was playing various hit music videos from the eighties and nineties. (Not that Isabelle and her lack of pop culture knowledge could tell what time any of it was from, or by whom, but she liked it.) And there was also a ridiculous cake. Yeah, it was store-bought. So it was safe for eating.

Also, for some weird reason, part of the common room looked like it was decked for... maybe a luau? There was a garland, and a couple of paper lanterns, and a small pile of flower leis on one of the tables. Those had all been here when Isabelle had come in with her cake. So, don't ask her where they'd come from. (They'd be gone in about an hour, anyway.) She was just going to get herself a drink and wonder what a 'scrub' was supposed to be.

Whatever, this song was good.

[ooc: Open! Mod yer own pop songs if you want! Whoot, fake birthday.]

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Isabelle looked amused.

"Well, it said 'cake' on the receipt... And also in the name of the business."

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"Fair enough," Celia conceded, smiling. "It's just very...ornate. Were you just in the mood for indulging, or is there a reason behind this very ornate cake of yours?"

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Isabelle shrugged and went to pour more lemonade into her glass.

"It's my birthday."

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"Oh, happy birthday!" Celia said warmly, clasping her hands together in delight. "How old are you? If I'd known I would have gotten you a gift."

She could always conjure something up, she supposed, but that somehow seemed...crass.

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"Seventeen." As for the second part, she waved her hand. "And I'm getting something from my parents and everyone else back home, and I'm still expecting something from my brother, too. They know what I like, anyway."

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"You do seem hard to shop for," Celia commented. "No offense. I am too."

It just meant they had good taste.

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"I'm extremely hard to shop for, so no offence taken." Really, it was a point of pride. "It just means we're particular about what we like. Nothing wrong with knowing yourself."

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"It's just so sad when other people miss the mark." Celia had been given dozens of toys and candies by theater managers, even after she was well past the age of appreciating such gifts. "I always end up wishing they'd saved the money and effort."

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Isabelle gave that notion a quiet snort. "I don't usually go that far," she shared. "I don't expect presents from anyone outside my family, but I still enjoy getting them. Even the bad ones."

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"Even if it was something you'd never use?" Celia wondered. "I'd feel horribly guilty."

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That was assuming Isabelle had quite a bit more niceness in her than she actually did.

"What's there to feel guilty about? They bought it for you. It's up to you whether you use it or not, after that."

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"They spent money on it and want to think they did something kind for you, that you'd appreciate," Celia explained, shrugging. "I'd have to actively dislike them to ignore all that."

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Isabelle shrugged.

"What they don't know can't hurt them. They can think what they like."