"Happy Birthday, David."
"Is it really my birthday?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Like, there's gotta be at least two months until my birthday. Or two troll months even. What do they call their weird troll months that don't make sense? Whatever, I don't actually care. Is it actually my birthday?"
"Yes, Dave, it is, in fact, your birthday," said Rose.
"As sick as your oft-mentioned 'ill beats'?" asked his sister, smirking slightly.
"Sicker," Dave said, flicking his shades upward slightly. "By at least three hundred percent."
"Shouldn't it be seeing a physician, in that case?"
"Doctors are for wimps and pansies, Lalonde. Rule number three."
"I daren't ask where these 'rules' originate," said Rose.
Dave smirked. "So, you got a present for me?"
"I may have alchemized a little something," said Rose coyly.
"Well, I guess that means I better throw 'a little something' together for tomorrow," said Dave. "Don't wanna be the jerk who didn't get his sister nothin', especially after she got him a sicknasty quality present."
Rose, smiling softly, leaned into her brother, gripping his shoulders and bringing her mouth close to his ear, he could feel her warm breath tickling against his neck, and whispered to him, her lips brushing his ear ever so lightly, "Come to my room this evening for your birthday gift."
Dave's face immediately reddened and his eyes widened behind his shades. "Cool," he said simply. "Yeah, cool," he said, letting out a big breath. "Listen there's... A dude I have to go... Build a city with. You know, previous arrangements and all that. I'm a pretty popular guy, remember. So... I gotta run. I... I'll see you tonight."
And he stepped back, easing out of her grip, and then quickly walked around her and headed off, notably in the complete opposite direction of Can Town's current construction site.