Happy birthday to you... [ It's Aerith singing, but the journal is actually pointed at a gray wolf, winged on one side. He doesn't look all that excited by the song, but he does pay attention and gives his head a little toss as though to acknowledge her. There's scampering heard as a black dog runs into the room and Aerith turns the journal his way, still singing. ]
Happy birthday tooo yooouuu... [ At Aerith's playful lilt, Baldr immediately perks up, tail wagging. He barks something; it doesn't translate over the journals, but Aerith gives him a quick "that's right! Happy!" when she finishes the line.
And switches over to the tortoise, who...is looking like a rock with all the cold weather. Just look at that snow piled outside the window. ] Happy birthday dear Za~ack,
[ The journal flips over from the tortoise to Hope, Aerith gesturing at him to come over. The teenager looks at Aerith with a startled expression. "What are you doing?"
"Singing Zack a happy birthday! Come on, I need a tenor!"
...That's when he notices the journal and BACKS UP, eyes wide. "I'm not singing!"
"Hoooope--" ...Nope, he's gone. Aerith sighs and then turns the journal on herself, returning to a big smile. ]
Happy birthday to you! From all of us. Even if Hope's a little embarrassed. Stay safe. You too, Light, Raine, Buffy--everyone. I hope everyone comes back okay.