Birthday!

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“Nah, I don’t need one, plus it’s your day, so you get a cupcake and a gift.”

She held it out beaming.

“Go on. Open it.- no wait! You have to blow out your candle and make a wish first… then you can open it.”

  “Oh, you and your quaint little traditions.” The Doctor smiled fondly, and, as ushered, blew the candle out – took a second to look as though he were pondering what sort of wish a time-jumping alien would wish for (and then did anyway). He took the candle out of the cake, once the wish had been thought off into the universe, and then a small bite of the cake, more galactic icing than anything. Of course it tasted wonderful; it was a gift. 
  “If all of these surprises are anything to judge by your baking again – I simply can’t wait to see what could possibly surpass this..” The Doctor tucked the candle away; nonchalantly, it ended up behind his ear as a pencil might, and then received the box. He was handling the cupcake in one hand, and the box in the other. “Shall we find somewhere to sit? Then perhaps I can give up this juggling ordeal—”

Amelia laughed at just much of a Dork her best friend was. She wasn’t going to tell him that she had bought the cupcake and only did the icening herself.

“Oh! Yeah sure! How’s about you sit down on the pilot seat and I’ll hold your cupcake while you open it?” She couldn’t wait to see his expression.

“Don’t worry, I won’t eat it.” The ginger smirked, adding that as an after thought to reassure the TimeLord.