The girl's smile still holds. She's gotten through enough conversations with Dustin not to take offense at his greeting.

"I brought something for you," she replies. "I wanted to do it earlier but..." Well, the blizzard hadn't been a fun time for anyone, had it? She considers, looking up at him. Well, she'd made plans in case she didn't get past the door, at least.

Adjusting her hold on the box, she tugs the top off and holds it out for the older boy to see. The scent identifies it quicker than the visual might, chocolate- a cake. It's roughly cube-shaped, not at all level, but it's frosted from top to bottom, five inches high and just about as wide. Omega beams.

"It's...very late, but...happy birthday?"