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Who: Beverly Crusher and Friends!
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Action: Blue Fish
When: October 13th

[Dr. Beverly Crusher, Personal Log, October 13, Seventh Month after arrival. Today is my birthday.

Theoretically.

With a sigh, Beverly stops typing. Normally, she is all about birthdays, both her own and everyone else's but today... frankly, today is weird. By her own calendar, her birthday should have been two months ago, yet time isn't flowing normally back home. Or time isn't flowing here normally. Or something. Damn alternate universes. And does it even matter when no one is aging anyway? She rubs her temples. This is too much to think about before breakfast (though admittedly, the vagaries of traveling through spacetime are better to focus on than the fact that there is no one from home to celebrate with in the first place).

Once she has some coffee in her, she comes to a decision. Real birthday or not, she's going to give herself a little holiday. Which means people aren't going to be seeing her around the dusty moon, or much at all really. After taking a nice long hot bath, and changing, for once, into something other than the fleet issued jumpsuits, she spends most of the day in her quarters, reading and listening to old letters on her tricorder. Even if she can't be with them today, she at least wants to hear Wesley and Jean-Luc and Deanna, surround herself with their voices. It doesn't make her as sad as it once did. Instead, she finds the recordings comforting, for the most part.

Late in the afternoon, however, she will emerge to set up shop in the kitchen where she's going to bake herself a cake! If anyone wants to find her (or that yummy smelling cake), that's where she'll be, humming a jazzy little tune as she cooks.]

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[Sokka gives a rather impressive evil laugh. ]

Oh, it is ON!!

[He's just gonna grab another spoonful of icing to eat like a giant pig. ]

[Grinning, she takes another spoonful herself. She can't say this is exactly how she envisioned spending her 47th birthday, but as silly and as immature as it may be, she's having fun, so that's what matters, right? After swallowing this particular mouthful she stares ruefully into the bowl.]

I'm going to regret this, aren't I?

[Not enough to let Sokka win, though. She quickly scoops up another blob of icing.]

[He's a little busy scarfing icing give him a second. Though a mouthful: ]

PROBABLY! But that's what makes it fun.

[He will make you feel young forever.]

[And boy is she still a sucker for the word "fun." Reservations set aside, she goes at the icing with gusto, but alas, there is no way she can compete with Sokka. The bowl is cleaned out within minutes, and Beverly sits back with a sigh, at once both satisfied and remorseful.]

All right, Sokka, you win. This time.

[They will regret this later. Well, Beverly will. Sokka has a stomach of iron. ]

I always win when it comes to food, Beverly.

Maybe. But I'll always beat you at poker.

[She looks mournfully over at the cake.]

Meanwhile, we have no icing left for the cake. I'm going to have to make some more.

That's because you're sneaky.

[He puts a hand to his heart theatrically.]

Oh no, more icing? How terrible!

Sneaky? Me? Well, I never!

You are the epitome of sneaky.

Slander! And from my own captain! I ought to report you.

I'm sure Allen would love to fill that paperwork.

Paperwork? Oh no, no, I would just head straight to Katara.

[Wicked grin.]

[His eyes widen, real, true fear. ]

You wouldn't dare.

Don't test me.

[She loves you, really. It's why she does these things.]

[He looks her up and down for a moment, before quietly putting the bowl down. ]

I concede defeat.

[Victory! Beverly grins in triumph.]

Never go head to head with a Howard woman.

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[He gives a single, solemn nod. ]

Wise words to live by.