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A certain young-looking Jedi is confused. He's pretty sure it's not his lifeday, but the Bar has presented him with a cake of some sort anyway, with 3#3 written in the frosting. Obi-Wan recognises the first and last characters as numerals from the Earth alphabet Dr Donighal showed him, but the middle glyph is not one he's learnt yet. So he stares at the cake, trying to figure out what message it's meant to send.
Botherable.
Botherable.