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[abtruse_wiggin]

Peter is sitting at a table, reading a book. It's his birthday today, but he hasn't really spread that fact around. Oops?

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[a_lioness]

*At least one person knows, and she has been keeping an eye out for him all afternoon. Alanna pokes her head out of the staff quarters, eyes widening when she sees him sitting at a table like this was any other day. Silly man.

Covered in flour, icing and cake batter, Alanna throws her arms around his neck and starts raining kisses on his face.*

Happy birthday.

[abtruse_wiggin]

It -is- like any other day. Really. Except on any other day, Alanna isn't covered with icing, so maybe this one will be interesting after all. He grins at her. "Thanks."

And then pauses, eyeing her. "Why are you wearing... batter?"

[a_lioness]

You'll see. *Blushing, she scrubs at her face and sits on the table.* How are you?

[abtruse_wiggin]

"I'm alright," Peter says, closing the book and putting it down. "Had a long day."

He's still trying to pretend this isn't actually his birthday. How silly.

[astro_droid]

If Valentine were here, she would more than likely sneak up from behind him, give him some of his favourite dinner, and sneak off. She is, however, stuck in the hospital in the Marvel Universe. However, instead of his sister, Peter is greeted by a 'droid, in a shape that many might consider a trash can. He rolls up, beeping plaintively, and looking very much as if he has something to say.

[abtruse_wiggin]

Peter blinks, and looks up from the book. And nearly falls over from seeing a certain -droid-. He quickly catches his composure, though. "Uh, yes?"

[protocol_droid]

He starts beeping, furiously, but stops after a minute, and rolls off, returning with Threepio, who looks more than a bit frustrated. "Good evening, Master Wiggin, sir. Artoo has summoned me to tell you he has a message for you from Mistress Skywalker." Artoo beeps again, desicively, obviously proud of himself.

[abtruse_wiggin]

...both of them. Peter can control himself, really, he can. "And what is it?" He asks, his eyes a little wide.