ITP: INDEPENDENCE DAY! Not the movie, ftr.

[me_fuckyeah]

[In the center of Camp today, there seems to be a barbecue going on! Hotdogs, hamburgers, grilled chicken for the healthy people, and corn for the vegetarians

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[moreredcabbage]

[chilling out by the buffet, taking small servings, when she comes across the ~foreign drinks~]

Alcohol... A lot of it...

[me_fuckyeah]

There's coke too!

[still looking for it]

[moreredcabbage]

Coke?

[joins in the search! no clue what to look for, though...]

[me_fuckyeah]

It'll be in a red can with white writing!

[... Well, if he has to explain what ears are to Tony...]

[moreredcabbage]

Ah. Is that so...

[searching--wait ears...]

[me_fuckyeah]

[... voila, producing a coke bottle!]

Here we go!

[moreredcabbage]

[ooooh, a bottle]

Thank you. [icon]

[...trying to open the lid now~ not stupid, but this is a strange drink now]

[me_fuckyeah]

[That's okay, there's a bottle opener near-by.]

Here, watch!

[Taking the bottle and opening it, voila~]

[moreredcabbage]

Thank you. Like a cork... but it's flat and made of metal.

[observes the decor]

Is it someone's birthday?

[me_fuckyeah]

It's mine! I'm turning 233 today.

[yes, he sounds proud of that]

[moreredcabbage]

Happy Birthday. That's older than anyone Echo's ever met...

[me_fuckyeah]

But I'm not old yet!

[moreredcabbage]

You're not?

[me_fuckyeah]

No way!

[moreredcabbage]

[bluntly (...more than usual ok)]

You're two centuries, three decades, and three years old.

[me_fuckyeah]

Yeah, but that doesn't mean I'm old!