Vax'ildan smiled a little to see the tiny frosted cake and its burning candle, though he couldn't help thinking how lonesome the single flame looked by itself. Maybe next year, sis.

He'd inhaled a deep breath - but then stopped himself, letting it go to look at Steph. "Is this the kind of wish you're supposed to tell? Or does it not come true if you don't keep it secret?" Not that he believed in it either way. But he might as well play along with the rules of the thing. Birthday tradition and all.