Faith, just for once, had abandoned any attempt to remain the badass Slayer, feeling comfortable enough with just her friends around to just be her, without the attitude and bravado. The result was a bouncing, happy girl, who was grinning like an idiot and loving every second of it.
She giggled at Sarah's comment, before she stifled it behind her hand. "And hey, I look good for my age."
She had been about to protest at the mock scold, before she shrugged with a happy smile, more than prepared to accept the idea that maybe she would live to thirty after all. "I dunno," she thought about it a moment. "What do normal girls wish for for their birthday?"