In between her fingers, there's a pair of tickets of his favorite band -- all VIP viewing, included with complimentary drinks and food. She may not be the ideal person to go to a concert but she's rather thankful enough this isn't for herself. "Happy Birthday, fucker. Enjoy yourself."
He can’t say he wasn’t expecting something from her. Mia has proven herself time and time again to be steadfast and loyal - not just to Muds himself, but to the rest of his family. He has many connections across the globe, sure - relationships that are shallow at best. Purely based on business or convenience, or the fact they happened to run within the same celebrity circle. Friends, though? Those he could look at and honestly say he would miss if something were to happen to them? Those he actually made any effort at hanging onto? Rarer than a blue fucking moon. So when he calls Mia one in a million - and he has - he means it.
“Let me guess.” There’s mirth in his voice as he accepts the tickets from her, holding them close to his face and squinting at the print. Perhaps he ought to look into updating the prescription for his contact lenses. Sure enough, it turns out his assumption was correct, and his grin broadens. “No More Tours 2! Of course you knew to get me a pair of these, you saucy tart!” Murdoc claps Mia on the shoulder, delighted, leaning against her. He’s beaming from ear to ear. “I haven’t been able to shut up about ol' Ozzy’s last world tour since the news broke out! I told you that I went to his last supposed No More Tours gig back in ’92, yeah? That was first time I ever went crowd-surfing! I got passed to the front, grabbed by security, and thrown to the floor. I shattered my pelvis that night. Had to hobble around in crutches for eight weeks after. Good show, though! I doubt you’ll be disappointed with this next one!”