[Really, she had no idea what to expect from this mystery bag. It was most certainly nothing like this though. At the first sign of soft pastels, Vianca's eyes went a bit round, and she stood stone still as Tamaki draped them around her. The colors weren't lost on her at all-- while it was purple now, her own flower had been each of those colors once. There were just so many of them.

And they were... for her birthday? Her birthday. Again with the birthdays and again she didn't know what to do with how wet her eyes were feeling without her permission.

She knew she really ought to say something, but for a moment all she could do was squeeze his hand and look down at the flowers in wonder.]