"Happy Birthday To You! Happy Birthday To You! Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday. Happy Birthday To Eleven!!" The jubilant chorus rang through the air, accompanied by a round of applause that made Eleven's eyes glisten with unshed tears.
Eleven attempted to speak, but her lips trembled, and she quickly concealed her face within her hands, weeping softly into her palms.
"Oh my God, El darling. Are you crying?" Gianna was the first to approach her. They had gathered in the kitchen after Eleven had hurriedly run Zeiss's bath, and the singing had commenced with such fervor.
"Did we say something wrong?" Morissette inquired of Schultz, who stood beside her, utterly bewildered.
"No, no." Eleven wiped her tears and waved her hands dismissively. "I'm just happy. These are happy tears, tears of joy." She added quickly, eliciting chuckles from the others.
