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[i_love_kettch]

Wes is rather pleased to see Milliways instead of his apartment. He's always pleased to see Milliways, really, because this doesn't happen nearly as often as it should

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[fighter__pilot]

Yeah, Wes might want to ignore the chick laughing at him from down the Bar (not that he doesn't normally).

"I dunno what's funnier, your age or the fact Bar trusts you with fire."

[i_love_kettch]

"Well, I mean--"

He crouches slightly to peer at the candles from their level, then looks sideways at Shalla.

"They're pretty tiny, even with thirty-- uh, thirty of them. As long as no one does something stupid like try to burn a napkin with them..."

... hmm. This is an intriguing thought.

[fighter__pilot]

Shalla debates her duty to Milliways as a whole, then sighs and pushes herself from her seat to walk over.

"Let's not give them a chance, then."

Oh, look, did those candles just get blown out?

"Is thirty-five honestly so old that you forgot how to count?"

[i_love_kettch]

... Wes stares at her sadly.

And puts down the napkin he was starting to tear into strips.

"Not listening. I said thirty, so that's how many there were and that's how old I am."

[fighter__pilot]

She starts picking the candles from the cake.

"One, two, three ..."

[i_love_kettch]

Wes mock-glares at her and grabs a handful to tug out before she can count them.

"Oh, look," he says, quickly counting the number in his hand and subtracting it. "Now I'm only twenty-nine."

[fighter__pilot]

She pulls out more candles until there's only twelve left.

"Now we're at the right age."

[i_love_kettch]

"Yeah," he agrees with a grin. "That seems about right. But in that case, I didn't get nearly the right number of toys."

[fighter__pilot]

Shalla shoots him an amused glance.

"Who says you're getting any toys at all?"

[i_love_kettch]

... Shalla seems to make Wes sad pretty often.

"Are you going to steal my toys, Lieutenant? That's not right, y'know. In fact, that's wrong."

[fighter__pilot]

It is her special calling.

"I think the 'wrong' was implied by the 'not right,' really."

[i_love_kettch]

He shrugs.

"I wanted to clarify, just in case I've started getting confusing in my old age."

[fighter__pilot]

"Like you ever made sense in the first place, Janson."

She swipes a bit of frosting off with her finger and licks it.

"You gonna start cutting it?"

[i_love_kettch]

He bats at her hand, then grins at her.

"Is Bar trusting me with a knife any better than trusting me with fire?"

[fighter__pilot]

"Well, with a knife you'll hopefully only cause damage to yourself."

She grins.

"Oh, did I say hopefully?"

[i_love_kettch]

"Dunno, I mean, you're in pretty close proximity. What if I trip?"

Maybe he's starting to get clumsy in his old age, too.

Still, Bar provides a knife without a bunch of explicit safety warnings, and Wes eyes the cake thoughtfully before cutting a straight line from the middle.

"How big a piece do you want?"