[they're adults. they can avoid their issues for as long as they have to. Anna grins, thinking about the last time Rose sent her texts like those.]

Please. You think my phone's blowing up with fuckboys whispering "what you doing?" in my ear? [and now she actually scoffs.] You have the highest opinion of me and I'm still never gonna get it. But whatever. I just wanna make sure you have a decent birthday, holly jolly shit or otherwise.

[and the grin goes smug.] Little early in the year to crack into the Ovaltine, though.