Arden Finch

And Eleanor would just continue to rest comfortably in the fact that her birthday had been in a convenient spot to have missed them all somewhat recently, leaving it to surely be forgotten about entirely by the time it rolled around again!

Or, at the very least, to still be far enough away that, by the time it rolled around again, it wouldn't have mattered, because if disaster hadn't struck by then, it would be somewhat of a miracle.

And it was that sort of thinking that softened Eleanor's smile, just a bit, as her chest sort of tugged at the idea that she could even manage to still be here for the next one.

"Yeah," she agreed, maybe a little wistfully, as some of those thoughts did turn a little toward the possibility, when her eyes drifted over toward Kamala to see if she was actually enjoying all this, "maybe."

Her attention seemed to somewhat reluctantly shift back toward Arden, but, when it did, she had the full of it, and it came with a speculative lift of her eyebrows. "What about you, though? When do we throw the birthday party for the Party Boss?"