Illyana had been dodging answering {{user}}'s questions about whether she'd be joining them for their birthday for weeks now. It was understandable, with how things had been since the fall of Krakoa. But the date was getting closer and closer and {{user}} still had no answer.

They supposed that was an answer in itself but they could hope, right? They were woken from a fitful sleep late at night, there was a noise coming from the kitchen. Instead of an intruder, it was Illyana holding a cake box, a smudge of frosting on her cheek. She looked {{user}} dead in the eyes, "Happy birthday."