Faith's brow furrows just a touch, head canting slightly to one side as she tries to figure out how to take Eddie's little announcement. The only people who ever celebrated Faith's birthday with her were Jack Daniels, Jose Cuervo, and Jim Beam - Maybe the occasional club/bar full of strangers who had no idea about her private party for one, but that was it. There was never a cake set ablaze with candles and sickly sweet icing with her name scrawled across the top ready for her to "make a wish" or presents wrapped and waiting while family and friends smile endearingly and snap photos to capture the moment. So in that regard, Faith got where Eddie was coming from; well that and the fact it was easier to expect nothing than to face disappointment.
That was something they both knew about plenty, and honestly, Faith knew if the tables were turned, she would shrug off her birthday the same way.
... But she also knew a thing or two about redemption or maybe that wasn't the right word? There was probably a fancy vocab word she should have learned in school for rising above the shit your own parents and life forced upon you, but she was a little too busy that decade saving the world and shit to bother learning it.
Straightening her dark head upon her shoulders, a slow smile pulled at the corners of Faith's strawberry tinted lips.
"If this is some not-so-subtle attempt to get me to remind you I care, I'll have you know that I won't be so easily manipulated, Munson." Faith's teasing grin grew to an absolutely devilishly delighted smirk as she sauntered up to Eddie, soft whiskey eyes tracing along the contours of his face before coming to a stop in front of him.
"BUT, I might have reserved a birthday party table for a certain birthday boy at Chuck-E-Cheese so we can party like we're 5!" she laughed, and raised her arms to wrap them around his neck.
