Puddin: Hey, Mira.
Mira: Sister, like I already said downstairs, all I want for my birthday is some alone time to finish this book.
Puddin: I know but you ran upstairs before I could give you my gift to you.
Mira: *looks at gift* Really?
Puddin: It...may...also...be a gift for me.
Mira: I'm not wearing this.
Puddin: *cute kitty-face* Pweeeeeeeeaaaaaaaase?
Mira:...
Moments later...
Puddin: Happy Birthday, Mira!
Mira: If anyone outside our family sees this, I'll donate all of your clothes.
Puddin: I love you too, baby brother!