[ einiona draws her lips back in a bashful, wincing grimace. hello, overstepping her bounds, i love you too. not that she's gonna take that back, but it always sucks when what's meant to help is made to hurt. there's really only one possible solution to this. she braces her index finger and thumb against her forehead and taps a foot. ]

Right. Who've I got to dropkick in the metaphorical testicles for making you miserable on your birthday, then? I know it couldn't be your mum, I do.