[ She claps with glee and rips open the first gift. When she sees the guns she goes quiet, too full of emotion to even speak. Joker had gifted her a pair of custom handguns once, but they had been designed to match his preferences and had long since disappeared into some chain of evidence. She picks them up and examines each in turn with quiet reverence, marveling over every small detail.
She's so engrossed with the handguns that she doesn't even register that the rose on the table is too big and solid to be just decorative until she tries to pick it up and the heft surprises her. She laughs when she realizes it's another weapon. ]
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She's so engrossed with the handguns that she doesn't even register that the rose on the table is too big and solid to be just decorative until she tries to pick it up and the heft surprises her. She laughs when she realizes it's another weapon. ]
Five! It's all too perfect!