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The park, Tuesday evening

Today was (more or less) Peter's birthday. He'd noticed it on the calendar and thought about it, then...mostly just thought about it some more.

He had no idea how old he was objectively, Hell not exactly having calendars, and then there was the whole Julian/Gregorian thing, so he might be a few days off on the date, too, but...happy birthday to him?

He didn't much have a reason to celebrate it, but now he was in a decent place and getting himself back on an even keel, it seemed sort of the thing to do.

So, he grabbed some beers and sodas left over from class, picked up a bunch of cupcakes from J,GOB, texted the people he knew, and came to sit in the park with its greenery. It seemed like a decent way to spend the day.

[OOC: If you might have gotten a text, you did! If you didn't, feel free to wander by!]

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Hell yeah, Kanan was going to show up for this. Not that he ever bothered to acknowledge his own birthday - it was just sort of something that happened every year without fanfare, and he'd missed out on any traditional Jedi ceremony with his Master long ago - he could at least appreciate and be there for his friends when they took a moment to observe their own.

And so, after his talk with Hannibal, he was making his way into the park, mostly just to hang out.

"Hey," he said, giving Peter a little wave of his hand and a grin. "Happy birthday, buddy."

Of course Seivarden was here. Peter was one of her few sort-of-almost-friends, as well as roommate and employer, and she had thought a lot about what to give him.

Since Peter owned the flower shop, giving flowers was out of the question.

Peter didn't drink tea, or anything else but Tru Blood, and the latter seemed like a strange gift.

Peter didn't care for pets, and Zack wouldn't have allowed Seivarden to get one as a gift, so a cat would could be a companion for Issa didn't work either.

In the end Seivarden had chosen a dozen of scented candles in different colours. That usually worked, didn't it?

She would also no talk to any of Peter's friends whom she didn't like. That wasn't a gift, but it would hopefully make everyone happier.

"Thanks." Peter smiled back and waved Kanan toward the food. "I don't even usually notice it, but the date caught my eye, so this seemed the thing to do."

"Seivarden." Peter nodded at her. "Hi. I brought cupcakes, if you eat those?"

He wasn't sure how they'd work with gloves, but honestly he wasn't sure how a lot of foods did, so.

"For what it's worth, it's more than I ever do for mine," Kanan replied, making his way over to grab a Coke. "So you've got me beat, there."

Birthdays were just not generally a big thing, for Jedi.

"Do you know when yours is?" Peter asked curiously.

Kanan looked vaguely amused at that.

"By what calendar? On which planet? I've known twenty different calendars before ever coming to earth, and I haven't even bothered working out what my equivalent of 'January' is. But once I do I'll be sure to let you know."

"By this one," Peter clarified. "Heck, I might be off a day or two, even discounting my time in...other dimensions. The calendars changed a few hundred years ago just on this one planet."

"You at least have the benefit of being from this planet," Kanan offered. "I can't even really go by 'spring' or 'summer.' I couldn't even tell you what my homeworld was."

Peter frowned a little. "Wouldn't they want to keep track of that for...I don't know, medical reasons or something, at least?"

"Sure," Kanan said with a shrug. "And it isn't like I don't know how old I am. But like I said... I wouldn't know the Earth equivalent if it bit me. I doubt listing off one of the ten months we have back home would mean much to you."

"Your home planet, I mean," Peter clarified. "Wouldn't people from different places possibly have different...tendencies? Risks? Something?"

He shrugged. "You have ten months? We have twelve. How many days is your year?"

Rosa had mostly just been squeezing in a walk for Arlo 2 before Tuesday Boozetime with Kitty, and had every intention of ignoring whatever was going on in the park when they passed by.

Arlo 2, however, being far more sociable than her owner, kept pulling at the leash, wanting to go in for a closer look. And since Rosa felt so bad keeping her cute little ball of fur and energy cooped up so much, she sighed and just let it happen, figuring she owed it to her to let her at least get a few pets and try to mooch a cupcake or two.

"Alright, do your thing," she told Arlo 2 before they moseyed closer to the party. "Bonus treats at home if you pee on that one guy's leg."

Yeah, you know exactly which guy she was talking about.

Please do not pee on Seivarden's leg, Arlo 2 (or anybody else). Peter was his roommate, and he had a really good sense of smell.

Peter eyed the dog barreling for him and gave him and his owner a lopsided grin. "Hey there." He held his hand out for the dog and waved the woman at the food. "Want some cupcakes and something to drink?"

"... Probably," Kanan replied, and then frowned, waving a hand around vaguely. "It didn't matter to me until after they sacked the temple. If that information is out there, I'm not the one who has it, and that's probably for the best."

What would he have done? Gone home to a family that had given him away? Not likely.

"And we've got three hundred and sixty eight. Thirty-five days to a month. Five days to a week. That's just Galactic Standard."

Arlo 2 would never! Not for all the extra treats in the world! Not even If that one guy smelled like a cat! She was a Good Girl!

And there was a hand that needed smelling to distract her, anyway.

Rosa, meanwhile, eyed the spread, particularly the beers. Sure, she was going to go get beer, but there was never too much beer on a Tuesday, right?

"What's the occasion?" she asked.

"My birthday, I think." Peter shrugged. "The date's right, anyway. Saw it and thought I might as well do something."

"Here it's 365 in a year, more or less. Months are mostly 30 or 31, weeks are 7 days - you've probably figured that part out," Peter said with a grin. "So...you're probably a little older here than back home? Does it ever get confusing, Galactic Standard versus the years of a planet you're on?"

"Sure," Kanan replied, "but most residents of any given planet will at least know what the Galactic Standard equivalent is. Especially anywhere with a proper spaceport. And if that doesn't work, there are converters for that sort of thing. And I don't usually stick around any one place long enough to worry about months, either."

"Well, I'm glad you've stuck around here," Peter said. He got a soda himself and held it up for a toast. "To sticking around a little while?"

"I'll drink," a Coke, "to that," Kanan agreed, lifting his can up to tap against Peter's. "To sticking around a little while."

Which was still new and novel, dammit.

Rosa couldn't help making a bit of a face at that. "I think anyone over the age of six celebrating a birthday should go to hell," she said. "And you don't look six."

Just saying. Birthday were pretty stupid.

Well, that was a reaction.

Peter frowned at her. "I spent a thousand years in Hell, thanks. I think I'm entitled to celebrate being alive if I want to."

Hey, the last person she'd said that to wound up getting punched in the gut, so Peter was ahead of the game at least. Granted, that person had also wished her a happy birthday.

That asshole.

"You've been stuck here for a while, then, huh?" she asked, because what else could he have meant by Hell?

And while birthday might be stupid, birthday beers apparently were not, as Rosa picked one out and cracked one open.

"You look good for your age," she noted before a swing, because, sure, it was probably hyperbole, but it was the least she could say after taking his beer and telling him to go to hell.

"Not a day over five hundred," Peter said wryly, because that would never not be funny.

"I've been here almost two years now. Just a blink, really."

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