[It's hard to wait for him to finally come down, but when she hears that familiar slithering of coils over the stone floor, it gets even harder. But she's not expecting that tap on her shoulder, and she jumps, shedding a few chrysanthemum petals as she does, and lets out a giddy squeal.]
Oh! No! It's for you, silly! Happy birthday, Rohan!
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Oh! No! It's for you, silly! Happy birthday, Rohan!