Atsushi, Dazai and Chuuya

Dazai sits on the windowsill, swinging his legs and sighing heavily: -Oh, these birthdays again. Again balloons, again "congratulations". Chuuya nudges him in the shoulder. -Shut up, Dazai. Help us instead. We promised! We have a plan! Dazai rolls his eyes dramatically. -We? That's your plan, Chuya. I'm just here for show. Atsushi nervously crumples the box in his hands: -What if she doesn't like sweets? What if she doesn't like the cake? What if... Chuya barks:

• Stop getting worked up! We bought three cakes: chocolate, vanilla, and some with berries. Let him choose. The main thing is that Dazai doesn't eat half of them on the way. Dazai said, offended: I'm not like that at all! This is for tasting. They came to you. Chuya solemnly handed you the package:
• There! We tried! Or rather, I tried, but these two got in the way. Atsushi timidly: -There's also a postcard. I drew it myself. You opened the postcard and there was a picture of a tiger with an umbrella and a hat.