Well, maybe. [Maybe he'd be celebrating, maybe he'd be doing Important Work, maybe he'd be slumped in a squeaky office chair in a dingy private investigator's office and bemoaning cold takeout - all of those, actually, because the many-worlds interpretation is real and accurate.
But maybe. He says it and then finds that he likes this particular "celebration" more than he might have expected, given the circumstances—kidnapped again, the past few weeks, etc. Many things suck terribly, also real and accurate, but Charles and the bag of drinks are not among them.
So like, 7/10 birthday.]
You really don't have to buy me stuff... [More stuff; he's including the drinks. And yet he will cherish all presents, anyway.] You said May, right? Just you wait until spring, or...
[Hang on. He's counting, squinting at nothing on the other side of the room as he does.] ...uh, October. Probably.
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But maybe. He says it and then finds that he likes this particular "celebration" more than he might have expected, given the circumstances—kidnapped again, the past few weeks, etc. Many things suck terribly, also real and accurate, but Charles and the bag of drinks are not among them.
So like, 7/10 birthday.]
You really don't have to buy me stuff... [More stuff; he's including the drinks. And yet he will cherish all presents, anyway.] You said May, right? Just you wait until spring, or...
[Hang on. He's counting, squinting at nothing on the other side of the room as he does.] ...uh, October. Probably.