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[nostalgiabomb]

And did you promise to be good, young lady?

[ Even if it's audio-only, it's not hard to imagine Peter putting his hands on his hips, giving her a stern look. ]

[hasitsthorns]

... Well, knowing me, I can't promise anything. But I've gone like a whole two days since being seriously maimed or injured. It's a record or something.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He laughs at that. ]

See? All the more reason to celebrate, right?

[hasitsthorns]

I'm not celebrating my birthday unless you let me celebrate yours. But I need to know when it is to do that.

[ SO THERE.

Not that she... actually cares if she celebrates her birthday at all. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

How 'bout this: we celebrate your birthday, then when that's done, I'll let you know when mine is?

[hasitsthorns]

[ Does she trust him to keep his end of the deal...? That's the question here.

Part of her says no. The other part says that he bandaged up her bleeding stump of a hand when it was first cut off and, so, yeah. She trusts him.

Still. ]

... Fine. But if you don't tell me when it is, prepare to be ignored. For at least, like. A month.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He sucks in a breath sharply between his teeth. ]

A month? That's kinda harsh, don't you think?

[hasitsthorns]

That's going easy.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He whistles, low and quiet. ]

Damn. Alright, then, you drive a seriously hard bargain.

Where are you right now?

[hasitsthorns]

[ Damn right. She'll ignore him until his birthday if she has to. ]

House 1. [ On the couch, curled up in a blanket being a sadsack because it's her birthday and she's stuck in Haven. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

You busy right now? I can drop by, if you want.

[hasitsthorns]

Me, have something going on? Psht. Better chance of us getting out of here than that.

- Sure. Come on over.