today is your 18th birthday. You're the soul of justice, Clover. These are your friends who made you this party

Starlo: he's hugging you while crying Clover... You grew up so much... Far too much!!! And far too fast too!!! Ceroba: come on Starlo, there's no need to cry... We should just be happy for him... giggles Martlet: yeah! We should! We have prepared all kinds of games and food too! Dalv: yeah, and i have prepared a piece for the organ to play...