"I don't care! It's great Trist-" Tristan could've presented him with a brown paper bag with 'Birthday present' written on it and Taff would've still been thrilled. He sat ooopsite the cakes grinning widely. He picked up a chocolately cupcake and bit into it with relish.
"You know," he said through a mouthful of icing, "I'm eighteen now. That means I can drink, and you can't say anything against it. I can do all sorts now." He gave his brother a mischevious smile, teasing his brother. It was like a...well, it was an everyday tradition!