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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARIA! YOU'RE OLD NOW!

I'm nineteen, you terrible boy. *laughing*

So, a million then? *ducks his head, grins!*

Oh, yeah, a million and ten. *makes mock-indignant faces*

Well, okay. I made you a cupcake, hopefully you can eat it and your dentures won't fall out.

I will ignore the dentures crack in favor of hugging you. C'mere. And--did you really? Aw!

*goes!* I did! And I tasted them already, so, you know, they don't taste like baked granite.

*huggings!* Well...good, I don't think granite is part of my diet. Although if I get pica, won't that suck? Anyway--thank you! This is sweet of you.

*enjoys these things* I didn't think so! Aaaaand you're welcome. *:3*