"Is it really?" Summer asked, looking impressed, as if having a birthday on any given week was a real accomplishment. "Well, happy birthday, then! Which day exactly? And what was the lesson you had to teach those punks?"

She carefully nestled the toothpick full of blueberries over the lovely pink cocktail with the large ball of ice in it, plopped on the basil garnish and handed it over feeling way too proud of herself for it.