[He's forgotten. She knows he has. It's getting later and he hasn't even said a word. She's not sure if she should be irritated at him for this or not. Probably, considering they've known each other since they were little . . . But still. It's strange to be celebrating here, too, and the fact of her birthday doesn't feel quite real even to her.]
[He arches an eyebrow at her (he was lucky enough to have acquired his school uniform back, and that included the jacket, so he's wearing that and not bothering with the lame 50's fashion) but doesn't say anything as he follows her.
He grins as he hops down the steps of the front porch after her]
There might be. [though it's really not what she's thinking of]
I'm getting the soda out of the sheets. Why?
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[There has to be a catch to this.]
Who's paying?
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Okay.
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[And she is -- in a series of thumps that indicate she's coming down quite quickly. Thumpthumpthumpthumpthump!]
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Why are we going? Any special reason?
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Why does there need to be a reason? [granted, he had one, but he would tell her that later]
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There should be a reason.
[But this is muttered, and likely not very audible. Instead, casually,]
Let's go, then.
[At least he's paying.]
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It's getting cold out, you should grab a jacket.
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[Stubborn, yes. But she's already out the door and doesn't want to go back in. Plus, whatever she gets will be one of those darn 50s jackets.]
[One more try.]
Really there's nothing special?
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He grins as he hops down the steps of the front porch after her]
There might be. [though it's really not what she's thinking of]
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So you did remember!
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