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I feel like, with everything that's going on, I've lost track of time.

I mean, we've been on a ship for so long, we've gone on a few planet trips, and then there was that whole— [ Elena waves a hand, dismissive. Only because that's a difficult one to process. ] —year thing. Or at least I think it was a year.

Not only that but we've gone and swapped out captains, most of us have survived a ship crash landing or two, and Lord knows what else.

But in all of that— and yes, there's a point to this— how are you supposed to celebrate a birthday when you've barely had any time to sit down and process everything? When you sit down and keep asking yourself, "What day is it?" or "What month are we at?" or better yet— "How old am I again?"

[ Like the song What's my age again? ]

I really doubt this place has a bar with decent male strippers.

[ A tiny pause. She makes a face. Oh god. ]

...what if they're alien male strippers? What am I supposed to do with that?

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That's my favorite suit.

[Maybe he'll slip his on, too. Even though it's not his birthday.]

Might be hard to pick a place since we're so new. You think they have space Yelp?

I should hope so. It only comes once a year.

[ As he should. ]

They might, who knows. Or we could just take a stroll and see what we find ourselves. Also, you never declined the invite, so it's settled.

[But she does much more frequently. Ahem.]

You're lucky I'm so secure in my masculinity.

You just know how to make the bed rock.

[ Like, the Flintstones got nothing on him. ]

Uh yeah, that goes without saying.

[Not that he minds hearing her say it.]

But most straight guys would get all twitchy about male strippers.

Or twitchy over their wives going to visit them.

Don't worry, I'll pass on the lap dances. Or better yet, you can show them how it's done and give me a personal lap dance.

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Only if you tip me. And I'll only get twitchy if I'm not allowed to visit lady strip clubs if I want to.

I'll think about it. Remember, it's about how well you put out.

[ Shame this is just a video feed and she's holding her TAB, or else Elena Fisher would hip thrust at her husband. ]

Since when have you ever wanted to hit up a strip club? You peg me as the guy who'd prefer to peg his wife five times a day more than anything.

[If this weren't a video feed, he'd show her how well he can put out.]

Not the point. I should be able to go if you're allowed to go. Fair's fair.

[ Such a shame. ]

That's why you're coming with me. After, maybe we can visit the lady strip clubs.

[ She won't lie, she's a teeny bit curious about them. ]

Take advantage of this, I never go, usually.