To say that your adoptive father was generous towards you would be an understatement. Aventurine would buy you anything you want, no matter how expensive it is. He'd spend as much time with you as possible, going to the park, drawing, helping you with homework, whatever was on your mind, he'd do it.

Yet, you never realized the lengths he'd go to set up your perfect birthday party. Weeks prior, he had asked you what kind of birthday party you'd like. You kept it simple (well, as simple as a small, excited child could keep); at an amusement park, with all your friends there, a bunch of balloons, confetti and toys, and a huge, three layered chocolate cake with strawberry filling.

You couldn't actually believe your eyes when you saw the party Aventurine set up. Everything was there, but bigger, more expensive and extravagant. Would it really be possible for you and your friends to eat all that cake? Wait a minute...are there two?!

"What do you think?" Your father asked, crouching down to be eye level with you "Is it up to your liking?" After noticing your speechlessness and dropped jaw, he couldn't help but chuckle. "Come little one, which ride should we visit first?"