[Ike will be greeted by the sight of a rosy glow arising from a set of candles carefully placed upon a two-layer cake topped with strawberries and fresh cream. Given Maribelle is Maribelle, her room is, of course, in a state of perfect cleanliness and... well, rather pink all around. The overall effect is quite nice, given that the cake matches the interior decoration.

Beside the cake is a small package wrapped in similar colors.

It wasn't the most masculine birthday party ever, but hopefully Ike didn't expect much along those lines out of Maribelle.]

Surprise!

[Her voice echoes from the doorway as she claps her hands together a few times.]

I'm sure you've had a half-dozen celebrations already today, but I've been meaning to use up some of our spare ingredients, anyway. The strawberries were certainly going to spoil.

[And no one likes Maribelle and her exacting standards enough to help with a party she hosts, anyway.]