[ As very few people knew, March 21 (aka yesterday) was Dawn's eighteenth birthday. While the day itself was fairly quiet and spent with her closest friends (and boyfriend), the island doesn't seem quite ready to let the day slip by like it did last year.
To one side of the CMA is a fair-sized, round table, marked by the ungodly number of neon colored balloons tied to the chairs, the table itself, and yes, around Dawn's wrist. The entirety of her team is scattered around the area, munching on the provided Poffins and never-ending supply of Pokemon food, while Dawn herself is comfortably seated in her camping chair once more, enjoying a
slice of one of the delicious, delicious cheesecakes set out for anyone to help themselves to.
Come by and have a bite; She certainly won't mind. ]