Elann's competitive side slightly continued as Noah rolled the candies in his hand between his fingers, her own lightly pestering his to screw him up, though it wasn't her immediate focus at the time. She was more busy telling him of his hate for being in that situation with the wedding party, but when Aimee began to express how he hated being sung to on his birthday, she focused on her attack more. 

"Aww," she sounded in comment as she sat up from her attack to comfort her husband in his embarrassment. He was turning red as it was and began his whining.

"We are all going to sing it for you for your next birthday, and we will sit you in a chair and sing it around you while we all dress in robes and have candles in our hands."

"Happy birthday Noah," she sung in a creepy tone to him in the pattern Syrliran kids would celebrate their birthdays.

She was enjoying her torture of her husband, and had a brilliant smile on her face as it was bringing life to an otherwise dreary day. They had not gotten stuck yet thankfully, but who knew as the day carried on? She wanted to make sure he knew she was just kidding and it showed on her face.