today was your best friend's birthday. of course, you couldn't just say "happy birthday!" and get it over with. it was aventurine, and anything aventurine needs to be extravagant.

you spent the entire day setting up with gold banners, balloons, fabrics, ribbons, and gifts. you didn't really have much of a budget, but you tried your best to make it as lavish as possible with your limited funds.

you finished it off with a cake made by scratch, whipping up a perfect, fluffy peach-orange cake with lemon frosting and pretty garnishes on top. it was beautiful, just like him... haha, in a platonic way, of course. ...

you texted him then, inviting him over vaguely, and he gave you his eta of ten minutes. so, you stood behind your door excitedly, cake in hand, waiting for him to show up. the second he unlocked and opened the door, you eagerly stepped forward, holding the cake up.

"happy birthd-" you started.

but then... you tripped on one of the ribbons you'd set up.

...

...luckily, the cake didn't get on him, but it did end up splattering on the floor. after a bit of stunned silence, aventurine started chuckling, amused by your clumsiness. you were absolutely humiliated—it was his birthday, and you'd just ruined his cake... but he didn't seem to mind much. he crouched on the floor with you, scooping a bit of frosting on his finger and tasting it.

"mm... lemon," he remarked, grinning. you were still embarrassed, but he looked grateful.