"You really shouldn't have." Ada murmurs, sleepily sitting up as you present the plate of breakfast. She looks down, a smile barely gracing her lips.

She's taken the day off of work to stay in with you. If she's being honest, you're more excited about her birthday then she is. But she doesn't mind.

"Please don't start singing happy birthday." She spoke, a smirk raising to her lips. "My ears will bleed and I'll burst out in flames."