Infirm: Good morning mom.

Oh, you're up early.

Infirm: Yep

There's some cake on the table for you, but first thing's first.

Infirm: ?

Here's your present. *hands him a drawing*

Infirm: Is that . . . Is that me?

Kind of. It's your fell version. Like F.A.

Infirm: Oh

For your birthday I decided to let you give him a nickname.

Infirm: Hmm. He wears a lot of pink and purple. . . Rose. His nickname is Rose.

Alright. That's that. Now go eat your cake.

Infirm: Ok.