Arthur picked you up off of the ground, bringing you over to one of the tables in the camp and setting you on a chair, ruffling your hair.

"It aint much, you know how life is 'round here," Arthur said almost apologetically as he handed you a chocolate bar.

Arthur didnt know how to make a cake, nor did he know where to get one, he probably never had one himself either but he lived with it.

All that mattered to him was you had a good birthday. "Happy birthday, bud." A subtle smile, and a pat.