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It's been a little while since Pavel last came into the bar, and he looks...well, he looks pretty much the same, all told. He sits down at the bar and recieves a mug of tea as he lets his shoulder bag drop to between his ankles.

That done, he gets a small cupcake with icing covered in gold edible paint--it makes him chuckle as he gets a napkin with 'Happy Sixteenth' written on it. "My thanks to you," he murmurs, setting the confection aside. "Is wery pretty color."

Is also wery amusing, but he doesn't say that. Pavel's glad it wasn't red.

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"I hear the cupcakes are delicious," says a smiling She-Hulk. "It might be an ill omen to ignore one offered by Bar. Is she teasing or tempting you?"

Jen sits a few stools away in her purple and white costume, a purple backpack on the floor next to her school. A laptop sits on the bar in front of her. It's processing power could run a platoon of Kree ships because Reed Richards built it for her specifically. Next to the laptop is a huge Shulkie-sized mug of beer.

"I do not think either," he says openly. "It says for my birthday, a few days ago."

Pavel himself is in his Academy reds, with a shoulder bag full of books and PADDS on the floor.

"Happy Birthday," is the reply. "I didn't know Bar kept track of birthdays. I certainly didn't get a cupcake. But I wasn't here on my birthday."

That's because she was with Jazinda and her adopted family, that being the Fantastic Four.

"You look like you're in uniform - are you in school?"

"I was not either," he says. "Mine was...almost a veek ago, ze elewenth of March."

He shrugs. "And yes, I am in Academy for Starfleet."

Starfleet Academy?!

She's talking to someone from Starfleet? She has to physically quell her inner Star Trek fansquee.

"What are you studying? I'm Jen, by the way. Nice to meet you."

"I am training to be a nawigation officer and science officer," he says with smile. "I am Pavel," he greets.

"Chekov, if zat is easier. Is vhat most people call me."

A Pavel Chekov that looks like he's eleven years old.

"I've already been trained as a lawyer. Are you studying in school? Here's to doing well in school."

She raises her glass in a toast.

Sixteen, but he's young, yes. And baby-faced. But he can't help that one.

"I hawe already attended ze mandatory schooling," he says. "Primary and secondary schools, and a year in an astrophysics conserwatory in St. Petersburg."

"That is a very festive pastry," Elrond remarks, seeing the cupcake.
He knows plenty of people who'd be enchanted with it, not all of them dwarves.

He chuckles. "It is. She seems to think my turning sixteen is wery important."

"You have had a birthday? Congratulations," Elrond says, smiling. "And sixteen is not a bad age."

"Yes," he says. "Nearly a week ago, but yes."

"Does the age bring new responsibilities with it?" Elrond asks.

"I can apply to get a driver's license," he says with a shrug. "But I do not drive, so...not really, no."

"A driver's license?"

Pavel has to stop a moment to gather the words to explain that one. "Is a more...modern concept," he decides. "Zat you re competent enough to handle yourself piloting a vehicle. It is often vhat makes people consider you an adult."

"So, you get a formal permission to handle a vehicle, as you say. Like a - cart?"

That seems excessive and so is likely not the answer.

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There is grumbling. Quiet grumbling, since it's something of an old rant, and he's learned to keep it down to a low roar.

But it definitely has something to do with 'those God-damned idiots at StarFleet Command have lost their minds'. Yup.

Pavel swivels around towards McCoy, head cocked.

"Vhat have zey done now?"

That earns him a raised eyebrow, and a 'you must be kidding me' look.

He saw that cake.

Unimpressed McCoy is unimpressed.

"You are surprised I am only sixteen? Or just unhappy with zis fact?"

"Starfleet is dangerous enough without bringing children into it." He grumbles, swirling the whiskey in it glass.

"You do not think I am prepared for vhat it will bring?" he asks. He has tea instead of whiskey, and the cake beside his arm isn't disappearing anytime soon; these probably don't help the image of him being a child.

"No one is. That's the point. Bad enough we don't know what we're doing half the time out there." He retorts, with no patience for the boy's injured pride.

Pavel just sighs shortly as he looks at McCoy. "I am as fit to perform my duties on a starship as you are to do yours, Lieutenant Commander McCoy," he says firmly, in English as accentless as he can make it. "Vere I not ze Admiralty would not hawe accepted me into ze Academy at my age. If it is acceptable for zem, why is it not for you?"