Many years ago I came up with the headcanon that the Contessa's birthday was April 7, 1950. Then I forgot why. Once I remembered why, I realized my reasoning was very flawed and I really should rethink it, but for now it's still stuck with me. So in honor of that, here's a quick birthday drabble (exactly 100 words again! Woohoo!)
"I can't believe you didn't tell me your birthday was today!" Lucy exclaimed incredulously.
The Contessa shrugged. "You never asked."
"We could have planned something. Don't you want to do anything special?"
"Not particularly. I passed the age where one stops caring about birthdays many years ago."
Lucy thought for a moment. "How old are you anyways?"
"Never ask a lady her age, Lucia," the Contessa said in the same tone as if she was giving a lecture.
"Wow, that old, huh?"
She tried her best to glare but started to laugh before she could help it, Lucy joining in.