The Perk, Wednesday Afternoon

[dwarvenswagger]

Thorin could only spend so much time working on his crafts. Okay, that was actually a lie, he could spend all his time doing that. Because it was awesome.

But he was taking a break in his day to eye the baked goods and selection of tea at the local shop.

He was taking his time deciding, though. Much to the annoyance of the baristas.

[open!]

Stark's, Wednesday, 03/09

[sciclone]

Miss Niehaus, employee records indicate that today is your birthday, JARVIS announced in a very serious voice as Cosima got to work. She was still licking cupcake icing off her fingers -- a little birthday indulgence. Do you want me to sing the traditional birthday song?

She smiled warily at the nearest camera. She had learned by now not to trust JARVIS when he sounded especially robot-y; it almost always meant he was up to something. "You know what? Thanks, but I'll be fine without any singing," she said. "Just, uh ... go back to calculating pi or whatever you do."

Cosima could swear she could feel the glare she got for that one. Tinny singing filled the shop air. Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, you look like a monkey, and you smell like one too.

"Aww, you programmed the laptops to sing to me too," Cosima said without enthusiasm. "Thanks so much."

[OOC: Open shop, open post, hooray for canon b-days.]