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Oh, he mentioned it. On the day of with no warning.

[gee, he sure is doing a great job stirring this stuff. no aggression being taken out on the spoon and bowl at all. just normal, really fast, stirring. but he does reluctantly pause and tip the bowl toward her, like, add what you want. it's not like this stuff can look worse, right?]

But that was like...three years ago? Two years ago. It was a long time ago for me! Can you expect a guy to keep up with stuff like that?

[totally normal, fast stirring that totally doesn't result flecks of frosting on Leia's face. Totally not.

After wiping some of those flecks off her face, Leia adds a few drops of food coloring as Han stirs, so the color of the frosting evens out and brightens into something a bit nicer to look at.]

He said it was actually three days ago. We should keep a note of it somewhere, just in case.

Oh, I'll just jot it down in my social calendar.

[he says it sarcastically, but then he realizes that leia probably actually has something like that, so he tacks on more sincerely:]

Hey, you should write that down in your social calendar.

[leia purses her lips, exhaling sharply in annoyance at that sarcasm. Because that's a genuine helpful suggestion, she isn't here to deal with that sass.]

Thank you for such brilliant advice, Flyboy.

[her tone probably couldn't be drier if she tried. So let's change the subject from that annoyance--]

What were you planning on doing with the cake? Decoration wise, I mean.

[he winces a bit to himself, but lets that potential budding argument go in favor of talking about literally anything else.]

Uh..."Happy Birthday Takashi".

Do you mind if I help?

[since the baking aspect is clearly on its way to being finished, and she knows she'd be of little help there in the first place. She'd like to help some if there's room for her to do so.

And though it's not related to Natsume in the most basic of senses, his refusal to tell them when his birthday was before it happened reminds Leia of another person who stubbornly refuses to share basic information about himself with her. So she adds on, a few moments after that question--]

Have you figured out when Ben's birthday would be on this planet's calendar?

Why not? Your writing probably looks better than mine anyway.

[he's never had much need to write things out by hand, at least not since coming here.]

I haven't given it much thought. When did we celebrate yours, again?

[he remembers baking the cake, but it's been a while. longer, technically, for him.]

Edited (but u are tho) 2017-07-06 19:33 (UTC)

Luke and I worked out that it would be the fourth of Ochta [November] here.

[she remembers the cake, and actually getting to celebrate a birthday with Luke with both knowing they were siblings. It was a good birthday, the best one she'd had in years probably.]

Ben's isn't too close to yours, so...

[he shrugs, apparently not that concerned about it.]

Maybe I should just ask him. He must've had at least one pass since he's been here.

[She wants to say something about how she could ask Ben, and how she probably would ask regardless, but--with a slight pang of jealousy--she realizes he's far more likely to tell Han than her. But that's not something she wants to share, so she just nods. Because more important than being jealous of Han's relationship with their son--which is a good thing, she's happy that Ben talks with him--is finding out more about Ben in general.]

I think that's a good idea.

[And just as important--]

What about you?

[he blinks at her, somehow not quite getting what she means.]

I said, I'll just ask him.

[he says it uncertainly, like, he just told her what he would do, why does she need to know again? the idea that she might be asking after his birthday does not even occur to him.]

[she furrows her brow at first, before it dawns on her that they're having two separate conversations between her question and his answer. Realization creeps into her expression, and Leia regards Han for a moment before continuing, this time deciding to be more clear with her question.]

What I meant was, you and Chewie never celebrated any birthdays when it was just the two of you?

Oh. Uh, no, actually. Chewie's a little old for all that, y'know?

[he scratches at the back of his neck, feeling a little sheepish that he missed the point that badly.]

It might be hard to fit that many candles on a cake.

[his response, immediately jumping to Chewie rather than his own birthday, is telling. It's not as though she assumed he put much importance on his birthday, given what she knew of his early life. It's more that her suspicions are confirmed, that he's either just not interested in it or that he doesn't know when his is.]

Did you ever want to?

[celebrate, that is.]

[he shrugs and turns his attention to the oven, ostensibly checking on the cake but more realistically stalling as he begins to wonder if he's going to get roped into some kind of celebration himself.]

I never really saw the point. Don't even know the proper day for it, for one thing.

[he grunts out the answer as casually as possible, fiddling with the stove so he doesn't have to see her face. it's more awkward to talk about this than he expected it would be, or maybe that's just because he was just grumbling about natsume's similar attitude.]

[And there it is, the answer she expected to hear, especially after everything he'd already said at this point. It's no surprise that Han doesn't know when his birthday would be, it's more that... as sad as it is, in a way, it's nice to have that confirmation.

He may not be looking at her, but her attention stays on him while he's messing with the stove as if trying to guess what he's thinking.]

You must have had one at some point since we've been here.

[Her tone is gentle, not wanting to put him on the spot or make him more uncomfortable than he seems to already be.]

Technically, sure.

[disappointingly, the cake is not ready to come out of the oven yet, so he turns back to her as he tries to think of something else he can do with his hands to make him look more casual about this.]

Had a couple back home, too. It ain't a big deal.

[he'll just.......wipe his hands with a towel. that's a manly thing that men do.]

[Casual or obviously not casual, Leia won't call him out on that, not at the moment. She doesn't want him to get defensive, not just because it'd ruin both of their moods, but also because it'd ruin Natsume's cake. No one wins when Han and Leia argue.]

It doesn't have to be a big deal. What you did for me and Luke last year was perfect.

[And what he's in the middle of doing for Natsume this year.]

[he finally decides it's safe to give her his full attention again, offering her a gentle smirk.]

So you want an excuse for more cake, huh? Should've known.

[That just gets Leia to roll her eyes, the awkward atmosphere effectively gone, as far as she can tell, from that one quip.]

For your birthday, I'd have to make the cake. I'd be the one doing the hard work.

[Which is to say, if she just wanted more cake, she'd just buy it. Less work that way.]

A princess baking, that's something I'd like to see.

[the danger of her throwing a party for him or something seems to have passed, so he feels safe enough to continue teasing her about it.]

It's no more shocking than a scoundrel like you baking a cake. When did you pick this talent up?

[sure, he's done it before, and sure, he's insisted he knows how to cook before, but it's still surprising to see Han Solo of all people baking a cake.]

I know how to follow instructions, I can do that with the best of'em.

[and just like that he's indignant. cake is just, you know, mixing up a few things. no big deal.]

You know how to follow instructions.

[in spite of his indignation, Leia just sounds absolutely amused by that assertion. Sure, he can follow instructions when he wants to, but it's that wanting to part that's always been the problem.]

I have a lot of experience that would disagree with that.

[han lifts his chin and sniffs at her, clearly unimpressed.]

I know how to follow instructions when they're worth following.

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