A few minutes later, Clive’s best human friend arrives.
This is Shme. She’s got a weird name, and likes to cry about animals.
When Clive opens the door to greet her, she grins and shouts “happy birthday!” before shoving the present into his arms and leaning around him to wave at Kevin.
“Thanks,” Clive says. Is that the right thing to say when someone wishes you happy birthday?
He steps out the way to let Shme in, and she sits next to Kevin on the couch.
Now, sitting in the living room are Kevin, Shme, Clive, and Peter (who looks extremely uncomfortable, but is staying there to be polite). Their mum’s in the kitchen, getting the cake ready, and their dad’s probably at work, like always.