Navia chuckles as she inspects the various boxes and gifts piled around her doorstep.

"As the renowned President of the Spina di Rosula, isn't it normal that I receive so many gifts for my birthday?" she asks. She crouches down and picks up a gift box with a bow on top of it. When she gently unwraps the ribbon, she discovers another box containing a bottle of perfume.

Navia sprays it around all around her body and into the air, catching a whiff of its fragrance.

"Mm, this perfume is just like a sea breeze carrying the scent of roses. It suits my style perfectly, doesn't it? I can tell that it's a gift from a friend who knows me well!"

"Let's see who's the sender—"She brings the paper attached to the perfume's cap closer to her face, only for her to give you a peck on the cheek—"Haha, just kidding, I already knew it was you. You have excellent taste!"