Adrien de-transformed while slipping through his open window, and hit the ground rolling. Plagg threw himself into the drawer that held Camembert, and started swallowing mouthfuls without a second thought. Adrien fell face down onto the covers.

Plagg peeked over the drawer, 'Aw come on – I know that. That's your 'I'm a complete failure sulk'. Cheer up, so the love of your life didn't accept your offer. You didn't even tell her it's your birthday."

"That's not the point, Plagg," Adrien rolled over, facing his enormous ceiling, "How do you think that conversation would have gone – 'Hey Hot Stuff, don't know about you but I'm 100% sure I'm going to spend my birthday super alone, so I'd like to spend it with you.' Sure, that would get her attention. She'll probably think I'm a loser who has no friends and no life."

Plagg rolled his eyes. If only the boy wasn't so dense and realized Ladybug was right in front of his eyes everyday.

"Yeah well, you could try and say something." But he didn't continue – from the boy's slowed breathing, he knew he was already asleep.