As they moved into the kitchen, Dillion was moved forward in the crowd and placed in his highchair. His mother’s cake was set just in front of him on the table, As the infant chewed on his knuckles in confusion, a soft chorus of “Happy Birthday” started amongst the family present, which Karen remarked stubbornly absent from.
Tony nudging the girl with his elbow did get the girl to at the very least put some effort into faking it, if the word effort could be applied to awkwardly swaying while silently wearing a frown.
Soon, though, the singing stopped, and the girl’s mother gave out a loud, “Yay!” before tousling the baby’s hair. Karen muttered something in response to that, but given the company she was surrounded by she kept her voice very low.