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[tearsinajar]

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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[tearsinajar]

Oh, I'm aware that you don't like losing.

[ Somehow, everyone ends up losing to her husband. He has an unlimited supply of luck that man. ]

But sure, take it as a compliment.

[flynnitomite]

[Oh Elena, if it was only Nate's luck he envied.]


I'm utterly flattered.

[tearsinajar]

Are you? Are you really?

[flynnitomite]

A tiny bit, yeah. Microscopic.

[He makes a pinching gesture in front of the screen.]

[tearsinajar]

[ It's hard to hide a smile, but he manages to get one out of her, a small one including some laughter. ]

Should be good enough I suppose.

[flynnitomite]

[He grins right back, feeling much more himself. Got a laugh out of the girl he almost killed—seems he hasn't lost his old touch.]

So love, how many years young would you be, then?

[tearsinajar]

[ A huff of breath, cheeks puffing out. What a question. She gives him a look, though, at the use of the word 'love', after the earlier scolding she'd given him about it. ]

Would you believe me if I said I was turning twenty-five?

[flynnitomite]

[Like he said, it's just how he talks.]

I'd say you don't look a day over.

[tearsinajar]

Then we'll go with twenty-five.

[flynnitomite]

[So old enough to be lying about her age, but young enough not to look it. Early thirties, then? That's not so bad, moving into naughty MILF territory by his counting. He makes a mental note of it, as it seems it could come in useful.]

Happy twenty-fifth, then. Have any other plans besides getting the alien Full Monty?

[tearsinajar]

Not exactly. This new change in location makes it a little difficult and none of us know yet where everything is, in terms of entertainment. Plus being on call and doing shifts for medical, I can't go all out.

[flynnitomite]

Take a day off. I'm sure Dr. Stabby can find someone in this big mess to patch up boo-boos.

[tearsinajar]

I'm not going to do that to him— wait, Dr. Stabby? Do I even want to ask...?