[She was on her way to the flower shop to get some flowers, really. She knows it's Arthur's birthday but she also fully understands Not Liking Your Birthday, since she's in that same boat.
But on the way, a purple flower falls into her hair and now she's gone from sympathetic to just frustrated and cranky, visibly so. She's out in the shopping district, arms crossed and scoffing to herself as she stomps around in no particular direction. Welp.]