Juliana had been distracted trying to get the appointment book in order for the day, and had in turn been distracted from that with mentally reviewing the latest letter she'd gotten from her frequent penpal A, when Camilla came in. "Oh," Jules said, pleasantly surprised at the declaration. She hadn't expected much of a to-do about it; she was the one who managed the calendars, after all, and Mr. Lytton didn't have much of a head for that sort of thing. Well intentioned as he might have been, he never would have remembered her birthday. Camilla had, though, and Jules was genuinely touched.

"You didn't have to get me anything," Jules protested lightly before the box was revealed. She had been expecting a baked good of some sort — something quick and easy and inexpensive, as far as gifts went — so the decidedly-not-cupcake shaped box and the Scrivenshaft's logo made her start slightly. "Oh, Camilla, really you didn't have to," she insisted, more fervently.