*She blinks at him.*

Sometimes I swear you and Thom have made a pact to drive me slowly mad. Well. If it's not your birthday, than I guess you don't want your present. I'll just leave you to your reading as I know you are a very busy man. Good evening, Peter.

*Bowing, she quirks an eyebrow and backs up. Slowly.

Very slowly.

Maybe he will stop her.*